DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)
Chapter 9
Jason eventually returns with a new pair of clothes, I have no idea where he got them, but I put them on anyway. Surprising they fit me pretty well.
"Thank you, Jason."
He nods and walks to the door, which he left unjammed since he returned with the clothes, he stands at the door, waiting and watching me. I walk out the door and into the sunlight and greenery surrounding me, turning to Jason, he doesn't seem as though he is going to let me out of his sight.
"..are there bathrooms..?"
He follows me out and begins walking towards the main part of the run-down camp, making sure to listen for my footsteps following him. I follow him into the campsite and we arrive at a small basic restroom building, he stops walking and allows me to go into the woman's bathroom alone.
The bathroom has toilet stalls on one side, and shower stalls across from them, a mirror and sinks along the back wall, I walk into one of the toilet stalls. None of the toilets have running water...fabulous...
After I finish I walk back out to Jason, who is walking around without a sound throughout the camp area, surveying the area. I walk over to him and he catches sight of me and allows me to approach him. He leads me back the way we came and back to the cabin, I reluctantly follow.
"...how many people come to the camp per week..? You seem to be constantly looking around as if they always come..."
He raises a hand, showing me 3 fingers, answering my question.
"Oh, I'm sure some weeks you don't ever get intruders..."
He nods.
We arrive at the cabin and he waits for me to get inside first, I do. He comes inside after me and jams the door shut and watches as I sit down on the bed, he follows and sits in front of me.
"...now that you can answer...why am I here...?"
He watches me as I speak, picking up the sticky notes, he writes his response and slowly peels the page off and gives it to me, I take it and read it.
'You are different from anyone else I have ran into.'
"How...? I am no different..."
He begins writing again.
'You are clean, you don't do bad things. Intruders normally have the scent of alcohol on their breath, the scent of drugs. You don't have any of that.' He begins writing another page.
'You don't go around having sex with everyone. I have a feeling you are full of innocence. Something tells me I need to keep you. Keep you as mine.'
"...Well..If you really want to keep me...then I need a lot...I will just be a burden on you..."
'Then I will have to kill you.'
I freeze up once I read this note, fear filling me, I look into his eye. He is completely serious...
"...Alright...you can keep me if you really want to...I don't really have anyone who cares about me at home..." I explain, looking at my hands. "I am always alone. No one cares..." He places a note in front of me.
'I am growing to care. I know how it feels to have those emotions.'
He cares...about me...? Looking into his eyes, I can see he is being honest with me.
"...you care..about me..? Yet my own father doesn't care about me...but you do..."
He slowly nods and begins writing another note.
'What about your mother?'
"...She...isn't alive...she passed away when I was born...I never got to meet her..." Tears beginning to sting my eyes, threatening to fall. He places another note in front of me, on top of the other.
'I am sorry.'
"Its fine, Jason..." I say, smiling a little at him. "Do..you maybe have any food...?"
He stands up, nodding, he leaves the cabin.
I listen as his footsteps become distant. I'm sure staying here will be more eventful then the real world...and I can live with someone who actually cares about me for once in my life...I just hope this cabin wont be my life.
Wrapping myself back up in the blanket, I collect all the notes he has written me so far and tuck them away under the mattress. The waiting game begins.
After about a half hour of pondering over what kind of food he will bring back, the door unjams and Jason enters. He walks over to me and kneels in front of me and holds out my breakfast.
"...a cooked squirrel...?"
He nods.
...I guess its better than nothing. Plus I dont want to anger him by being picky. I take the meaty, skinned squirrel and begin eating the meat off its bones.
Once I finish, Jason takes the remains and tosses them out a window and returns to me.
"...I really don't want to be in this cabin my whole life..." I say to him, looking down. He hands me another sticky note.
'You wont. You need to build trust with me. Then I will give you more freedom.'
"You dont trust me...?"
'No.'
He watches as I begin to become disappointed.
"...Have you ever done this to anyone else before? There are so many other people like me out there..."
'No, I have never done this before. And no, there is no one else like you out there.'
"That is sweet...but I know there are other people like me out there..."
'Not that I have ever seen in my life. So no.'
He hands me another note.
'What is your name?'
"..Alissandra...Aliss for short..."
'Very beautiful name.'
I begin to blush as I read the note and I look up at him, it looks like he might be regretting giving that to me out of nervousness.
"I heard what happened to you as a child...I have always felt so bad for you...I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you..."
This seems to have set something off inside him as he begins to form his hands into fists, anger filling his eyes.
"...I..didn't mean to make you mad...I know it is probably really hard...for you to have to remember that...those people deserve their fate for what happened to you...If I were there..I would have saved you..."
His anger seems to soften at my words, until there seems to be no anger left. He begins writing another note.
'You would have?'
"Yes..no one deserves that..." I respond, looking into his eye with sadness for him.
"Its a miracle you survived..."
'I didn't survive. Somehow I came back to life. I still cannot explain it.'
"You have an explanation for all the other times?"
He nods and begins writing another.
'My mother keeps me alive. She may be gone, but she has a strong spirit.'
"I'm sure she was a very wonderful woman...and still is...I have no doubt about that...she loved you so much...she still loves you like crazy..."
'I know. She tells me every day."
"What? You can talk to her?"
He nods.
"How?"
'Through my mind...somehow...'
"Seems like telepathy, Jason. The ability to speak to others through the mind."
He shrugs and gets to his feet.
"Where are you going?" I watch him, not exactly wanting to be left alone.
'To check for other intruders.' He leaves once giving me the note.
What is happening to me..? Yesterday I was scared of him...now I am talking to him like he is my best friend...
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