Chapter 9 Realization
I need to get away. I how could I forget what put me in the hospital to begin with. My only best friend. If anyone was a monster here it's me. I would have run on forever if Jason had not grabbed my waist threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to the cabin. Their he sat me down in his lap and just stared at me. Making me cry harder. "I'm sorry I was your best friend wasn't I?" I ask feeling pathetic. He raises one finger " Only?" I ask he nods. Damn he wasn't helping. He stares at me wanting to hear my story. "After you died at like 10 I was depressed and sad. Not at them because they're all going to hell, but at myself. They said they were gonna play kickball with you. I was 13 I should have know it was a lie." I cry out as Jason rubs my back. "So I took a knife and cut myself. For fun, like you do your victims except I don't die." I say looking down at the scars on my wrist. Jason tilts his head to the side. "cut?" he grumbles questionably. I get up grab his machete and show him exactly what I mean.
Jason POV
Girl . so,things wrong. She grabbed Jason's knife and makes self bleed. She says ow but then smiles as blood falls. No hurt self. Hurt Self bad!
Kayla POV
It hurt, I hadn't cut in a while like 3 years to be exact but it's like riding a bike, You never forget how. At first Jason is confused but then his hazel eyes get smaller and her groans in anger pushing the table out the way and wrenching the machete out of my hand. He takes a peace of his shirt rips it and ties it around my wound. " I thought you liked blood?" I asked Jason. "Not yours." He said walking out
At that moment I got cramps. I wonder what he would do about my period…