you and Jason was friends,he was usually the calm one,while you were always hyper and loud. One day you'd finally got to him that he's ticked off,slamming his hands down on the table as he'd stood up,did you'd saw his honey eyes glow green and black shadows crawl up his pale skin. You'd immediately knew what was happening and backed away,wide eyed. Your eyes widen more as you'd saw that he'd grabbed after a knife. It was instinct that made you start to tear up.

Jason took a few long steps did he'd grabbed you at your neck,your eyebrows narrowed in fear and horror as you'd plead and beg him to take the knife away,that you and him could just speak. Open seeing that your tears dropped without you blink with wide eyes,did you'd felt the blood tickle down from your sliced open throat. "Let me fix you up." was the last words you'd heard from him before you'd dropped dead in his arms. He knew he'll regret it,but he can fix you up to an wax doll. He'd moved to put the knife down,walking back to you and picking you up in bridal style. Sitting you down on his work desk,did he'd started to make you a wax doll. And eventually was he done with making you to a wax doll.