Now more than ever, you wanted someone to be around. You wanted someone to take this madman away and off your back. You knew that it was a bad idea coming to the camp. Why didn't you say no in the first place? Now, you were about to pay the price with your life.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" You screamed as loudly as you could. You contemplated on going back to the campsite where your friends were. However, you didn't want this psycho to follow you and kill your best friends.

As you were running, you slipped your cellphone out of your pocket and started to dial "911". It was then that you looked up and saw Jason standing in front of you.

You let out another scream before turning around to run again. You hit the button to call 911 but for some reason unknown, it wouldn't go.

"Crap!" You yelled in anger. You slipped the phone back into your pocket and continued to run.

Eventually, you were out of breath and a stinging pain ached in your side. Your running slowed gradually and you fell to the ground, tired and defeated.

Only a few seconds later, he emerged from the darkness and just stood where he was, watching you with his cold eyes. That's when you began to crawl away backwards and began to cry.

"No! Please, don't!" You begged.

With his machete raised, he approached your shaking body.

"Stop! Please..." Your voice dwindled away to nothing.

As you backed away, your back hit into something; a tree. He was now right in front of you.

"This is it..." You thought to yourself.

He picked you up by your right arm with the hand that wasn't holding the machete. You struggled like a fish on a line, trying to break free from the killer's grasp.

He then dragged his machete against the skin of your arm, causing you to whimper and struggle even more. He appeared to be writing something into your arm!

After he had made his mark into your arm, he dropped the machete to the ground with a loud thud.

Your eyes then met as he carefully lowered you down.

Your (e/c) eyes stared back into his now calm hazel eyes. What could he be thinking? Did you really wanna know? He was still holding your arm, probably so you wouldn't have the chance to run away.

You couldn't explain it, but you felt something deep inside of you while you looked into his eyes. It seemed that silence spoke louder than words.

After what seemed like eternity, you finally spoke.

"Um... Jason, right?" You began.

He nodded.

"Well... I heard about your story. I'm very sorry.. You know, you didn't deserve any of that."

He shrugged and sighed lightly.

"You've had a rough past, now haven't you? Maybe instead of killing and hurting everyone, you could make something great out of your past."

After a few moments, he let go of your arm and sat down with his back against the tree. It could've been a dumb move, but you chose to sit right next to him against that tree.

You kept on thinking of what to do or say to get Jason on your side. Finally, it hit you.

"I didn't have the best past either. I was constantly bullied and harassed since I was a little girl. Everyone seemed to hate me. They all called me a monster just for being different. Everyday, I'd get pushed, punched, slapped, even a few times stabbed... I didn't have friends until high school. Home wasn't any better. There, I'd be beaten, constantly abused mentally, and I'd have to listen to my parents constantly argue. When I was a kid, my father used to lock me up in a dog cage whenever he felt like it just to laugh at me and call me names. My mother wasn't any better. She used to starve me all of the time and tease me whenever she had the chance. It seemed as if I wasn't wanted by anyone. One day, my parents decided to get a divorce. I didn't know who to go to. The day finally came when I had to choose who I wanted to be with and I simply said that I didn't wanna be with either of them. Well, all hell broke loose. They beat me senseless until two of my ribs shattered, puncturing my lung and I lost partial hearing in my left ear. I told them that I hated them both... That was the last thing I said to them. My father went to jail and he's currently there now. As for my mother... The next night, she went out drinking. When she came back, she got into a car accident and died."

You gazed up at the night sky and up at the stars.

"I was taken in by my grandma who soon died of a heart attack. My grandma was the only one I ever trusted. After she had died, I was taken in by my uncle and aunt who were just as abusive as my parents. At the moment, there is a CPS case on them and we're working on having me move in with my best friend, Alice and her family."

You breathed out at the end of the story and turned to him. He turned to you as well and brought his gloved hand to your cheek. Tears were spilling down your face by the end of the story and he wiped them away with his hand.

"Ch ch ch ch..."

You forced a smile and leaned into his touch. What exactly were you thinking? Wasn't this suicide? You just felt... Accepted. Yes, accepted by a killer.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way..." You added casually. He nodded and smiled faintly under his mask.

Wrapping both arms around you, he pulled you into a tight hug. Unsure of what to do, you slowly hugged back. Your eyes glanced off to the machete on the floor. Did he have any other weapons on him? Could you take the chance? You decided to let your guard down since you figured you wouldn't be missed by too many people if you died. A small part of you even wanted to die to escape your memories.

You were walked back to your campsite by Jason, who helped clean your wound with the first-aid kit behind the tent. It was funny how no one even seemed to wake up on alert. Maybe they were too tired from the skinny dipping, ghost stories, play fighting, and whatever else you all did.

You didn't even dare to look while Jason cleansed your wound on your arm.

Finally, you lied back in your sleeping bag. You could see Jason fleeing from the corner of your eye as your eyes fluttered shut.

The last thing you could remember before you fell asleep was running your fingers across your wound to see what Jason had cut into you.

Was it a... Heart?

"(Y/N)! Wake up!" Anon shook you awake from your slumber. You groaned as your (e/c) eyes opened up to the bright morning's sky.

"Huh? It's morning?" You asked the obvious.

"Mhm, we've all been up for a little over an hour. You were shaking and crying in your sleep. Are you okay?" Anon stared at you with a genuine look concern.

You nodded slowly, trying to remember what your dream was about. It had gone so quick without a trace and now, you couldn't remember.

"I don't remember." You truthfully told her.

Suddenly, Anon gasped and pointed to your upper arm.

"What's that? Oh no, (Y/N)... Please don't tell me you went emo on me. A heart? You haven't had a boyfriend since the 6th grade!"

You felt yourself blush faintly as you pushed her hand away and covered the mark with your hand.

"It's nothing, okay?" You insisted.

You turned around to see all of your friends staring at you and whispering too each other. Then, they started point fingers at you. You slumped your shoulders and stared down at the ground.

"(Y/N) is such a fucking hypocrite. She tells others to not cut but then she does it anyways. Are you looking for attention?" Bella rudely asked.

You shook your head and remained silent.

"Maybe I should go slash my wrists open and let's see how you'd feel. Ha, you probably wouldn't even care, would you?" Bella added.

"What the fuck kind of a question is that?" You asked as you glared into her eyes.

"Maybe that's why I've fucked more guys than you, right?" she added with a smirk.

"And girls.." Rosemary muttered.

"Shut up!" Bella screamed before slapping Rosemary across her face, leaving a red, stinging. hand mark.

"Maybe it's because I'm skinnier and cuter!" Bella laughed as she tormented you. What kind of a friend was she to do this? She honestly could be bipolar since she could go from being your best friend to being a total bitch.

"Well, you're only skinnier because you starve youself." Alice fearlessly stood in front of you and faced Bella dead on. She walked into her and got in her face, causing her to back away like a coward. Alice always protected you no matter what.

"Get the fuck out of my face, bitch! Your breath smells like shit!" she screamed as her back hit against a nearby tree.

You sighed, stood up, and walked away to the lake.

Later that day, you were walking with your girls in the woods for exercise when you drifted away. It was not deliberately at all, it was only because you were admiring the gorgeous scenery that surrounded you. Blossoming flowers, green everywhere, and buzzing bees. Well, bees had personally always scared you. However, they were minding their own business and kept a distance from you so you did not feel threatened at all.

"Guys?" You called out. There was no response.

"Ugh..."

You sat against a tree and wiped a drop of sweat from your eyebrow. The sun was beating down on you a few seconds ago and you were feeling quite sticky. You were at least now free in the shade and away from the heat. It was only the beginning of spring, why would the temperature be so high?

Your eyes fluttered shut for a few moments before the sound from last night came back.

"Ch ch ch ch..."

Suddenly...

SLASH!

Scream!

"Guys?" You nervously called out as you stood up. You began to run off to the source of the awful sounds. You could hear your heart echoing through your head and you could feel the tears welling up in your sparkling (e/c) eyes.

Sprinting through the woods, you could feel the adrenalin running through your veins.

"Guys!" You screamed once more until your voice became raspy.

After what seemed like forever, you ran into something at full speed, causing you to fall back onto the floor.

You rubbed your eyes as it came into focus...

/She/ was hanging from a tree by a tie. Her stomach was slit open and flowing blood, along with her organs slipped out of her lifeless body.

Next to her body on the tree, written in her fresh blood was,

"Anorexic Slut".

You looked closer to stare into her lifeless, wide, green eyes.

You looked even closer to see the green and white tie that matched her cold eyes. Wasn't that the one that her boyfriend said was his favorite? Didn't he give it to her as a gift for her birthday? Didn't they break up only a few days before?

You stood up and walked closer to the hanging body.

"Oh my fuck..."

Her mouth, which always appeared to be open no matter what was now wider than ever with blood trickling out of the corners of her mouth. You always had teased her about closing her mouth or flies would go in there. Just as you thought of that, a few flies zipped through the air and out of her gaping mouth.

A few warm tears slipped down your face and you fell to your knees. How could this all be real? Maybe she had hung herself, yes. However, why was her stomach slit open and who wrote the message?

In your gut, you had a feeling it was the masked psychopath that spared your life the night before.