It hurts when you're not as important

to someone as you thought you were.

Justin at there in his bed with his earbuds in his ears. His parents were arguing like they usually were. The louder it got, the he turned up his music. He didn't know how but their voices went up another notch causing him to turn up his music to its max.

To other, he was the one who had to be the freak because his parents were apparently pedophiles. He was the one who was constantly teased by the same two people because his parents argued constantly. How did they know? They got in a huge fight at a restaurant while he was at summer camp. Someone took a video and it went viral. So viral to where it reached his summer camp where most of the high school students went.

He decided to text his closest friend Alex. She was so understanding and beautiful it was unbelievable. But one thing, they'll never date because he's gay. One more thing you know about him now...

Justin
Hey Alex...

Alex
What's wrong?

Justin
My parents are fighting again.

Alex
One thing I wanted to ask and it'll help with that. I'm having a party tonight, want to come?

Justin
Yeah that'd be nice. Time to get some time with friends.

Alex
Be here in 20?

Justin
Sure thing boo

After sending the text, Justin took his earbuds out just to hear things being thrown around and more hoarse yelling. Shaking his head, he stood up and put on his favorite outfit.

He quickly checked himself in the mirror. Satisfied with his look, he opened his door and yelled louder than both of his parents, "I'm going to Alex's house!"

They both stopped their screaming and turned to look at him. No wonder the yelling was loud, there were right outside of his room.

"Go ahead, Justin," his dad said, his face red from the screaming.

His mom nodded in agreement he walked past them with an annoyed but sad look on his face.

Once they saw him with that certain look on his face, they seemed to calm down. So he use it when it got bad like this. He heard a crunch under his foot when he stepped forward to open the door. He glanced down to see he had stepped on shattered glass that used to be the protection for a picture frame nearby.

He observed the picture frame with curiosity and picked it up. It was a picture of his parents at their high school prom. He could already imagine why one of them smashed it. Neither of them ever told him what the argument was about. It had been like that for a year and a half.

He set the picture frame back in its original place and opened the door. The fresh air hit him and filled my lungs while he inhaled. He quickly covered the distance of three and a half blocks to Alex's house as he ran through the neighborhood. The chilled air whipped at his face but he didn't care. The pain felt good. Pain helped him through the misery that he called life.

He walked up the steps and let himself into his second home. Alex's mom was honestly more of a mom to him than his own. She understood his situation and welcomed him in. He guessed that was where Alex got her understanding vibes from.

"Alexis!" He heard her mom call.

"Hello Rachel," Justin greeted as she appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Hello Justin, I've got to get to my night shift. Like always, help yourself." She gave him a soft hug and walked out of the house, closing the door behind her.

A small smile was on his face because of how comfortable he felt there. Not too much longer and Alex came down.

"I hate when she calls me by my actual name," She groaned as she jumped off the last step of the stairs.

He giggled as they both headed into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Did you hear about the crazy news?"

He shook his head with a question in his eyes.

"Apparently, the Jason has been going on a killing spree again."

His eyes went wide and my jaw dropped at the news. "Is he in this area?" He asked.

She shook her head and he let out a sigh of relief. No one wanted him around. He was more than a serial killer. He was literally a Jigsaw mixed with a Jason Vorhees. Justin assumed that was why they called him The Jason. Unless his name was Jason...but that didn't matter.

"Well let's get this party started."

-hours later-

It was about twelve in the morning now and there were a bunch of drunk teenagers surrounding them. Music was blasting through the big club speakers Alex got online. Who the hell knew who had touched them with their crusty hands.

Justin sat in the doorway to the backyard watching a few kids from the football team play beer pong. Wasn't that interesting? Absolutely not, his grandma can do better. He chuckled quietly as one of the seniors who teased him got hit in the face. Ouch.

"MORE PIZZA!" Someone screamed from inside, causing him to jump.

Everyone in the backyard ran into the house like a bunch of starved dogs, leaving him alone in the yard. Finally, peace and quiet.

Suddenly, screams filled his ears. He turned in the doorway to see half of the party already on the floor dead, blood flowing from every part of their bodies. His eyes became watery as he noticed Alex upon those on the floor. A long jagged line ran across her neck as blood pooled out of the wound.

The Jason. He had to be here. He decided he'd let him take Justin out of his misery considering Alex was his only true friend. He sat down, his feet hanging over the deck. He reached into the cooler after hearing the now quiet house. A beer in his hand, he popped it open and took a long swig of the bitter liquid.

Footsteps were heard behind him as he saw a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. He figured he'd tease him a bit.

"You're not sneaky," he mumbled. The footsteps stopped for a moment, making him take another long drink. "Kill me."

He can iOS feel a presence behind him. He chuckled feeling the hesitation of it, "Oh, The Jason. Afraid to kill me. Get it over with."

My insides clapped with cheer as he thought of his death. No more pain...no more teasing. Just peace and quiet. He felt the cool metal of his knife at his neck. He didn't flinch. "Take me out of my misery."

His calmness must've triggered him, he must've thought Justin was keeping him here for the cops. Sirens blared through the neighborhood. Justin frowned as the man turned the knife around. But that changed when he felt a hard blow to his head and everything went black.

There's another peek. I'm busy with Insecurities and Slave For You.

So...

Hope you liked it?

Please don't be a ghost reader!

-Lilly