Jason was the weird kid in the back of the class that everyone avoided. He was the kid who would get into fights, the kid involved with the whispers that filled the halls. He didn't have many friends, though, surprisingly enough, he had you. Jason wasn't usually violent unless provoked, but a few months ago, he became snappier, angrier, and overall aggressive.

You soon figured out why. People who'd usually avoid him would come up to, saying various things. "Prayers and thoughts" or "They'll find her soon."

His mother went missing spontaneously, Jason was used to her leaving but she always came back, so it worried him she this time she genuinely didn't return, he knew the kind of stuff his mother was involded with, he hates to imagination what happened to her, whether she's actually abandoned him or she's genuinely gone. He doesn't know which one is worse.

You and he lay in an old grassy field, crickets croaked, the sound of the grass rustling along with the wind, the stars littered around the black sky. It was oddly peaceful. Jason was quiet until he broke the silence with quite an odd opening. He stared blankly into the black sky.

"Prayers n thoughts.. the amount of times I've heard that in the span of this week." He frowned. "They only say that when hope is lost."

He looked over at you, his frown deepened, he knew he probably looked like an idiot right now, the usual big scary Jason being vulnerable. What a joke.

"She ain't coming back.. is she?" He asked you, voice cracking slightly at the end.