The week passed by and (y/n)'s memory got worse and worse.
Jason came back today expecting her to completely forget him, only when he appeared he found (y/n) laying on the mattress digging her nails into her wrist and on the wall was several phrases written in blood.
Jason realized what happened, walking over to the girl, he grabbed her wrists and made her let go of her wrist.
She looked up at Jason and then looked back down at her wrist.
Jason sighed and picked her up, "Alright.. Let's go home.." (Y/n) didn't say anything as both Jason and (y/n) went home..
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Jason wrapped bandages around (y/n) wrist, his eyes trained on her wrist that he didn't noticed how rough he was holding (y/n) arm.
"Y-You're h-hurting me, Jason.." Jason's eyes widen as he let go of her arm, "Sorry."
Jason then smiled, 'Dammit.. I was so close..' Behind that smiling face was a face that showed hatred.. Towards you..
