The Places We Called Home

Chapter 10-the final chapter

Anne left that day and never went back to Crystal Lake or Vermont for that matter. She never knew anything about Jason other than his name. She never knew his past, or about his mom. She never heard about the inattentive counselors or how they got their do. She never saw Jason's full face and she never heard about his fight with Freddy Krueger. She never even knew he was immortal.

Over time, she forgot the absolute clarity of the lake, how smooth it was when it was glazed over with ice, or how the fog rose up from it in a mystical fashion every morning in the spring and summer. Her memory dulled of how wonderful the trees smelled when walking to the camp or how the ground was so old compared to the newer, darker soil of Michigan.

But she never forgot Jason. For the rest of her life, Jason was forever the figure in the shadows, and he was the suspicious noise in the back yard at night. He terrorized her more when he wasn't around then when she was at the lake. She was one of the few who had made it out alive from him; she was one of the few he had intentionally let live.

She never forgot Emma either, but she only thought of her sister when she was just about to fall asleep which brought nightmares of meeting Jason again or a replay of her death, and when that happened, Anne would wake up crying.

There were many places that Anne would call home, from her first one in Michigan all the way over to when she moved to Scotland for three years after college, but she would never call that house on Crystal Lake one of them, because somebody else had already set his mark and doesn't like to share. Crystal Lake and its surrounding grounds belong to Jason, and as long as he is alive, it will belong to no one else.

It was kind of funny really, how people frivolously call certain things theirs, but Jason had no to frivolity about it. He owned the lake, and forever was Crystal Lake his home.

End of the Places We Called Home