I walked inside my home. My hands felt so frozen that I thought they'd fall off! My uncle closed the door and started to talk to my aunt. I couldn't understand what they were saying,but that's because I had already walked into the living room in front of the fire. My mind was so full of questions. "Why didn't he kill me..? What was he doing? Is he out to get me?" My thoughts were interrupted when my uncle put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around quickly and looked into his eyes. "We need to talk..." Uh oh,I knew that look. I was in big trouble that's for sure. I sat down next to my aunt,who looked very worried still. "Jason Vorhees,you know him right?" I nodded. "How do I put this..? You see,Jason was my brother. My mom put me up for adoption because Jason was disordered. After he drowned,he met a woman and-"
"No! Don't need to hear that!"
"..well they had two girls. Do you know who those two girls were?"
"Um..Esther and Max..?"
My uncle shook his head,I felt my aunt squeeze my hand. "You and your twin sister Hazel.." My eyes grew wide. I shook my head in disbelief. "No..no no..you said my parents were dead.." My aunt hugged me. "Sweetie..those were your adoptive parents..the woman decides to leave your father two days after you were born so he left you and your sister at an orphanage..once he found out your parents killed each other..he brought you to us.." I started to shiver. "You ok?" I shook my head and hugged my aunt tightly,beginning to cry. Her hand stroked my hair. I was now extremely afraid and confused..
That night,I heard my back door close. I sat up in my bed and noticed my sketch book was gone,so was my knife! "Shit.." I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs quietly. The back door was opened slightly. I peeked through and noticed the shed light was on. I slid my boots on and pulled my coat over my shoulder and ran out to the shed. I peeked inside,nothing was there at first,but then Jason jumped in front of me and pulled me in. He held me against his body and cuffed my mouth. I looked up at him,he seemed pretty angry. I felt relieved when he opened the door,but panicked again she he didn't let me go. He stepped out of the shed,still carrying me,and walked in the woods.