Jason’s turning, he knows it, you know it. He’s not afraid but you are, of course you are you’re just a kid. Jason gave you his gun and aimed it at himself, his breathing his heavy and labored and his eyes have a glossy shine.

“You have to shoot me, honey.” He whispers. He knows this isn’t fair but it’s the only way to keep you safe.

Don’t be afraid, sweetpea.” The way he talks to you reminds you of a father, that’s what he is to you in a way.