This time, you were done. So done, that you resorted to the deadly comforts of your twelve year old self as a final resort. After yet another fight with your family, you took refuge in your room. Closing the door quietly, you turned to see Jason waiting for you on the bed. No one else could see him, thankfully. A demon that had revealed himself to you; akin to an imaginary friend that ceases with the passage of time. It had been too long since his presence was made known, leaving you to believe he was just a faint and made up memory.

"Well, that was quite the show." Long, crimson hair fell over his pale face as he leaned foward, green eyes practically glowing in the dim light. He patted his lap, flashing you a fanged smile. "Come on, doll. You must be torn up inside after that." His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but he genuinely hated seeing you upset or hurt.