Disclaimer: Any content of this involving Friday The 13th belongs to the creators of those movies. This story is based off the 2009 version, and this was created only for fun and entertainment.

Author's Note: Gosh I haven't written a story in a LONGGG time but I think this will be a good one :) especially if your into horror/friday the 13th! Thanks to anyone who reads this, and anyone who reviews! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Deadly Memories

15 years ago.

Sara shot up in her bed with a yelp, panting quickly as she tried to pull herself together. She swallowed hard, realizing it was only a bad dream, and dreams couldn't hurt her. It had almost felt real though, it sounded silly in her mind so she threw the thought away and stared around in the old log cabin. As her heart began to beat as it normally would, and she calmed down, she stood out of her bed, realizing she was sweating. The floor made eery squeaking noises as she placed her feet upon them and suddenly from a different part of the cabin, a head arose from a small bed.

"Sara?" The voice whispered as a small body began to emerge from the bed. Sara turned her head as the child came towards her, she smiled.

"Oh sorry Jason, I didn't mean to wake you up..." She murmured, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she sighed with relief, not exactly sorry that she had woken her friend. His eyes drooped but a kind-heated smile spread across his deformed face. "Its okay, I never liked sleeping anyways. Are you okay though? You look like something bad just happened?" He stammered, tilting his head a bit.

"Oh, just a bad dream." She whispered, frowning. They scared her as much as they would to any 9 year old. She looked away, embarrassed to be so scared at only a dream, when suddenly Jason hugged her.

The kind embrace almost made her want to cry. Jason was so kind, yet all the kids at Camp Crystal Lake bullied him to death. It was so unfair, and she was so happy that he was kind to her, she only felt that it was fair to return the favor to him. This had been the reason they were best friends.

The way he acted she was about the only friend she had, and she was okay with that. If the kids really got to know him here and just saw past his face and all, they could see that he was really a friendly, fun guy.

But then, she was no stranger to the cruelty that children spread. She had no deformities, no real problems that other kids expose and torture you with. For her age she actually was quite pretty, and was liked by many kids. The only reason she was tormented every once and a while was because she was around Jason so very much. Surprisingly, she didn't care. It didn't bother her, even if their words got to her. She still always had Jason to comfort her, and she would comfort him.

It was like the perfect friendship, they were always there for each other.

She slowly pulled away from his hug, smiling warmly at him. "Thanks Jason," She giggled as she crept back into her bed. "Goodnight." She breathed. He nodded and turned, heading back towards his own.

They went to Camp Crystal Lake many summers together, or well, Sara convinced him to go. Some years he was too scared to go, not wanting to be excluded or anything. But her reassurance that she would always be there would always convince him in the end. The camp leaders were always nice after all, they were experienced old ladies. Not the ones that are creepy and weird thankfully. And each year they made tones of memories. From Jason's displeasure at canoeing at the lake, to climbing the large pine trees their and Sara almost breaking an arm.

Each summer was a new adventure, and Sara cherished each and every one of them. She hoped they would continue to go for more years to come, and they both agreed they would.

Until the one summer when Sara was unable to go. She had broken her leg during recess at school before summer came. Jason was utterly broken-hearted, and at first refused to go. Sara talked with him for around an hour on the phone. Attempting to convince him.

"But you won't be there! I don't wanna go alone!" He whined.

"Jason I swear it won't be that bad! I heard they got new counselors there! It could be really fun!" She explained.

"Sara no! It won't be fun without you there! The other kids will be even worse if you aren't there!" He cried, from the sound of his voice Sara could tell he was actually crying. Tears formed in her blue eyes.

"Jason, look, I know this is difficult, but those other kids, they're jerks! They don't know what they are saying, and they have nothing better to do with their lives! They will think more about you that's good if they see you come to camp without me at your side! You don't really need me." She stammered, trying to hold back her tears.

There was only silence on his end for multiple moments. She stayed silent herself, knowing he would say something eventually. And he did.

"I do need you Sara, your my best friend. But you really believe I will be fine on my own, so I trust you. I'll go. But you better come back next summer! Stop breaking all your bones!" He laughed.

Sara sighed with relief, happy that he was choosing to stick up for himself there and go.

"Good, when you get back you had better tell me all about it! Don't leave out a SINGLE detail!" She giggled, not able to stop a grin from spreading on her face.

"Don't worry, I will." He replied.

They spoke their good byes, Sara wished him luck, and that was it.

She never realized that that conversation would be their last for a very long time.

She felt as if a part of her had died when she finally found out what had happened to her best friend. He had drowned.

It was claimed to be an accident. But she knew differently. She knew Jason too well, she knew he couldn't swim, which was why he wasn't dumb enough to go too close to the lake, or at least to a place where it would be hard to get out of. Like the dock he had died at.

She had cried for days, refused to see anyone, only slept while surrounded by the pictures of him and her from the camp, the memories they had shared. They were gone now. And no more would continue to be made, which killed her.

She could never stop crying, she had headaches all the time and only stayed concealed in her room, trying to figure out how Jason had died exactly. She knew that this didn't happen for no reason. But she was still so young, she didn't realize all of what had happened.

Finally a couple of weeks later she felt good enough to talk to everyone, and get out with her other friends more. Eventually, Mrs. Voorhees was asking her parents if she could speak with her. Sara reluctantly agreed, she had always liked Mrs. Voorhees, and she felt she was actually ready to talk about what happened. The pain grabbed at her heart, she swallowed it down during the car ride over to the old house. As she was waiting for Mrs. Voorhees to answer the door, she tried to put together what she was going to say, for Mrs. Voorhees was not one to sugar code things, when she wanted to say something it was always said, even if it was not the most nice. The only one she sugar coded things to was Jason.

The door slowly edged open and the mother tilted her head to peep out at Sara. "Oh dear, thank god its you, come in, come in." She stammered, waving Sara in with a hand. She politely nodded as she entered the large house. It wasn't brick, or stone, it was all wood, it reminded her so much of camp, and she sincerely regretted not going that summer, she felt the guilt weigh down on her all the time.

After many minutes the two sat down, both drinking coffee, they used to always joke about how they liked coffee better then tea, after all tea was the kind of drink for these things. But now the mood was silent and serious. Sara could tell that Mrs. Voorhees was here to discuss Jason, and she was mentally trying to prepare herself.

"Sara, I know that this has been very hard for both of us." She began. Sara just gave a single nod, trying to fight the tears trying to emerge in her eyes.

"But, this is not your fault. I know what happened, I know who did this to my poor boy." She stammered, not holding back any tears, her tone was rising with every word.

"Those evil children did it! They bullied my special boy into the water. And left him for dead!" She screamed in rage, slamming her coffee cup down on the stand next to her. Sara stared at her in fear and sadness, the tears began to stream down her face like a river. She knew how cruel those children were, and she didn't doubt it.

"But, but the counselors! They had to know this was happening! They had to be watching!" She cried, standing up. Mrs. Voorhees stared at her, anger forming so deeply in her eyes.

"The new counselors they have there this summer? They evil, rotten, scummy teenagers! They were never paying attention to my Jason! They never saw what those kids were doing to him! They left him to make love while he struggled in that filthy water and drowned!" She screamed. She stormed over to Sara and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

"They have to pay! They can't just be allowed to go without being punished!" She cried, the voice was in a scream, and Sara was surprised the neighbors hadn't come running to see what was going on. She agreed, the pain she felt fired the hate for those kids and the counselors. But what Mrs. Voorhees was saying scared her. The best thing she could do was forget about this whole thing, it would help hide her pain. She slowly backed away from her chair.

"I think it would be best if I left." She murmured slowly.

Mrs. Voorhees just stared at her. "I know what your thinking Sara, you think I'm crazy. But I'm going to do something about it! Those counselors will pay, every last one of them!" She screamed, and with that Sara was fleeing out the doorway, calling her parents to come pick her up. She never spoke a word about it to anyone.

Not even when it was reported on the news that every counselor but one at the camp had been murdered by Mrs. Voorhees. The last survivor had returned the murderous favor to Mrs. Voorhees herself with a machete. It didn't effect Sara as much as Jason's death did, but she could sympathize to Mrs. Voorhees, she had lost her only son, and she was a little loopy even before then. Still, she felt it wasn't right to kill every single one of the counselors.

It was for her best friend though, so how evil was it really?

Present Day

"Yeah, Ethan said he could set up a camping place for us at Crystal Lake? Could you go?". Sara dropped the phone as her close friend Baylee asked her to accompany her, Ethan, and a bunch of her other friends for a weekend camping trip at Crystal Lake.

She had refused to talk or even think about that place since 4 years ago. She was 17 now, and everything had changed.

How could she actually return to the death place of her former best friend?