He was frightened, cold and wet, but mostly he felt alone. All he wanted was to fit in, he'd waded into the water to play with the other children never intending to go out so far. He could hear the laughter all around him and then as the water engufed him maybe some mild concern, but it didn't matter the water carried him now. In a rush he went under though he could still see the light from the surface he didn't know how to reach it. Panic set in, his mind froze. Which way was up and which way would pull him down further? He wondered with great urgency.
Then suddenly the waves that had pushed him out so far retreated and deposited him on a muddy shore. Lying there gasping for breathe he looked up at the sky the billowy clouds rolling by white and fluffy, the sun shining brightly. He was simply greatful to be alive. He got up and looked around nothing pointed the way home, for the first time in his life his mother wasn't there to take care of him. He was lost and alone.
Slowly he looked around him food he could find in abundence there were berries he knew were good to eat. He decided to wait until someone came looking for him, surely he believed his mother would be doing all she could to find him. There was no way his mother would think he'd died he assured himself. No one came day turned to night, night to day the cycle continued until he could no longer remember how long it had been. Determined to survive he made shelter out of a pine tree with very low branches piling more fallen branches on it until it was almost waterproof. He laid there under the tree and slept mostly trying hard not to think about the past or the future only the rest he needed in this moment.
As time wore on he learned how to track small animals and hunt them for food, rabbit was his favorite but difficult to catch which made him become smarter in his pursuit. He grew up in solitude until the day his curiosity got the best of him, if he never tried to go back he'd never know if it was possible he told himself. Once he reached the beach he had washed up on so long ago he took a good long look at the water there was no way he was going back into the water. He sat watching the tides that had carried him here concentrating on the pattern of ebb and flow then chucking a piece of bark in to see where it would go. The bark went out and as it went it drifted to the left so that was the direction he followed.
He cursed himself for not thinking of this sooner, he cursed the others for not finding him. It took three days before he found the path that would lead him back to camp and home. He hadn't had a home in so long he wanted to cry, every blade of grass, every flower, everything he recognised was a friend, a memory. He finally reached camp late at night and saw his mother. For a split second his heart lept with joy everything was alright, he wanted to tell her that he was alright but something went terribly wrong. He saw a girl chop off his mother's head!!! In an instant home was gone. Family was gone. There was no place for him only the woods. He was alone, he was always alone. They'd pay he'd make sure they paid the happy ones, the ones who didn't know what it was like to be alone. Jason Voorhees cried his last tear that night for his mother and for the boy who'd lost everything yet again. All he had left was hate.