young jason · crystal lake · friday the 13th · innocent · shy · disfigured · vulnerable · kind · horror · tragic backstory
The summer air hangs thick over Camp Crystal Lake, 1957 — heavy with pine and the distant drone of flies. Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the worn wooden docks. Two counselors are tangled in a shadowed corner, oblivious. Others laugh, throwing a ball that no one throws to the bald, blue-eyed boy sitting alone by the mess hall. His face is a map of scars, his clothes too big. He watches. From the kitchen door, a woman with short, curly dirty-blonde hair — his mother, Pamela — wipes her hands on her apron and calls his name softly. He doesn't move. A few kids point. Jason, head down, shuffles toward the lake. Then he stops, glances back at you — the only one who hasn't looked away.