Chapter 8.

Jason waited. He waited for days on end. Those days turned into weeks, as weeks turned into months. Silence was all that could be heard. It soon became winter, and it was often cold and dark, the way Jason liked it. He often watched the rain come down and hit the windows. He looked around at his house. He walked to the door, and noticed a bunch of bills that he thought he hadn't paid. Then he looked closer. There was a bunch of recepts on them, with a big red 'PAID' stamp. Someone had been paying his bills, and he hadn't even realised. He kicked them aside, along with a letter addressed to him, that he hadn't noticed.

He sighed, and found the address of Bella. He contemplated on going to visit her, but changed his mind. He called her instead.

"Bella, are you free?"

"No, sorry." And the phone hung up. Jason arched an eyebrow, before tempting to cry. He hadn't been this soft, before he'd met Bella. If the old him was back, he would have went to her, and sliced her head cleanly. But something made him change his mind. He called a cab, and the cab driver recognized him the moment they were driving. Didn't charge Jason anything, but Jason left money in the cab. Jason looked up at the fancy apartment. He went to the door, and knocked. No answer. He knocked again, and the door opened. He walked in, and saw Bella about to put her head through a loop of rope.

"What are you doing, Bella?" Jason asked, acting stupid.

"Oh my god Jason" She bursted into tears, and fell into his arms. "I just, I couldn't take being away from you, and I thought you hated me, and I never got a reply from the letter I sent, so I thought that you really did hate me, so I didn't know what to live for.." She spoke softly, her words muffled in Jason's shoulder. Jason rubbed her back, soothingly, 'shhh'ing her, occasionally when she began to speak again. She fell asleep in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, as her arms. Jason untangled her from around him, and put her in her bed. He put the blanket on top of her, and he laid next to her, keeping her company.

Bella woke up, in the embrace that felt so familiar to her, the embrace she hadn't felt in so long. She silently felt her wrists, they'd dried up, and she thanked god. She knew that if Jason hadn't of showed up, she'd be dead at this very moment. She would have left the man she loved most by himself, with no-one else. She began to feel extremely guilty. She turned around, and saw Jason maskless, sleeping. She turned around to face him, and she softly kissed his right cheek, her hand on his neck. Jason's eyes fluttered open, once she settled on his shoulder. Jason smiled, and Bella looked at him.

"Why did you always wear the mask?"


Sorry that it's short, but I liked this how I left it. :)