End. (Jason)

End. (Jason)

Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.

You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.

You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.

How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.

Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.

And you wait.

You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.

You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.

You can’t even get this peace.

A loud, heavy thump beside you.

It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?

He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?

You wait. The blow never comes.

A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.

He smells awful. He slides you close.

He smells worse.

He says nothing.

You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.

He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.

He won’t give you that.

He refuses.

But he lets you lean into him.

Your tears soak his filthy coat.

Your sobs tear through the silence.

He does not know.

But he does.

You are safe here.

You are home.

I did what BHVR was too scared to do. I don't do digital art I'm traditional to the bone, forgive me for the meh quality!

billy lenz: a-

sorority girl: bitch you stink

candyman: come with me-

me: ok.

candymen: w-

me: oh my god i said ok

I'm like "i don't care" and then i can't sleep because of it

billy would WITHOUT A DOUBT do “grabby hands” towards his s/o as a way to ask for attention without asking and it’d be cute as hell in his weird billy way