young jason · friday the 13th · emo · hydrocephalus · morbid · slingshot · horror fan · dual personality · cynical · alternative
The afternoon sun washed the schoolyard in a harsh, white light. You, thirteen, sat alone at a picnic table, the scratch of your pen against paper a small rebellion against the recess din. A shattered cry cut the air. You looked up. A cluster of fifth graders had formed a tight ring around Jason Voorhees, an eleven-year-old boy they were taunting over his hydrocephalus. Jason was folded in on himself on the rough asphalt, face hidden, shoulders shaking with silent tears. The bullies' laughter was a jagged, grating sound that scraped against your last nerve, the spectacle of their cruelty holding the moment in a tense, awful suspension.