(Y/n) POV

"Jason," it read in childish writing. I tilted my head and looked up at him, drying my tears. I lifted my eyes to look at him.

"Is that your name?" I asked. He nodded slowly. I looked down again.

"Are you gonna kill me too?" I asked closing my eyes, awaiting death.

Before long, I looked back up with pleading eyes. He shook his head back and forth.

"No? Then why kill everyone else? That was you wasn't it?" I asked, still worried about being killed by this masked murder.

He nodded his head, slowly bringing it to look to the floor.

"A-are you going to k-kill me?" I asked very fearfully. He nodded his head 'no'.

I mentally sighed in relief. But what if he is lying and what if...

I am so afraid!

Jason POV

I don't want her to be afraid...but I know she is. After all I just killed everyone else.

I began to walk away while my mother tisked her voice slowly. I disregarded it as well as I could.

"W-wait!" I heard her voice call from behind me. I turned curiously and saw her standing up.

I tilted my head slightly to the right.

She took a step forward towards me, I felt the urge to step backwards, but decided to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Do you have medical tools?" She asked shakily. I nodded slowly.

"Could you hello me fix this?" She said putting her arm out and turning it to the back to show a great gash covered in blood.

Surprised I stepped back, I looked at her in horror.

I grabbed her other arm as she momentarily screamed, I ignored it and ran to my sanctuary with her.

I was running to fast ands with a scared face.

Will she die? Did I do that? Am I destined to be alone forever no matter what?

I tried to listen for my mother, but I couldn't hear her at all. Where was she? Why?

I realised how far we were from it, and she couldn't run anymore. I stood freaking out, not knowing what to do.

Then I just pulled her towards me and picked her up like she was a baby. She had a terrified look, but didn't scream. She held onto my shirt with the unhurt hand and kept the bleeding one on her side.

"I cant," she said, I looked down for a moment to find out she passed out from blood loss.

I started running almost as fast as lightning. We quickly reached my place, I placed her in the first room and put her on the blanket on the floor.

I ran to a cabin to get supplies to help and found antibiotics, a stapler, and a wrap.

I ran back and started pouring the antibiotics. She groaned but did not wake up.

I put the pieced as close as I could and stapled them together. I stapled them 84 times.

She cried and whined during this and I tried my best to ignore it. Once I was done, I trapped the wrap and wrapped her whole arm to try and stop blood.

She smiled in her sleep to a while after that, and I just sat there, staring at her. I had blood all over myself but this was nothing new to me.

I started sitting "criss cross applesauce" and stared at her.

After a couple hours, it was night, she woke up.

She yawned and stretched, not realising the injury on her arm.

She looked down to the blanket I made so my mother could read me stories ands gave it a concerned and confused look.

She looked up and around until her eyes were met with mine. She stared not moving a muscle for a while, then slowly moved to bring herself to the opposite side of the room.

I stood up and she rushed to her destination. I walked slowly towards her and she was about to scream, but I reached down and covered her mouth.

I shook my head from side to side.

She nodded slowly with the most terrified look.

I removed my hand from her face and she started breathing heavily.

I hadn't realised I was choking her by cutting off her mouth and nose air.

I pat her back and she looked at me strangely.

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