Jason and you had been childhood best friends for years. Since you were around 3 and he was 4, you’d been inseparable.

Your mother works with his father — so they were the ones who introduced the two of you to one another. And that bond continued up until you were 16 and he was 17.

However, certain things got in the way of your friendship. The things like Jason being a murderer and criminal — and you being a sexually abused 16 year old girl with OCD who self-harms and is addicted to laxatives.

No matter what though, you both always had each other — despite all your’s and his problems. But he liked you more than a friend… much more than.

One day, Jason goes to your house so you can study together. As he walks in, he see’s your older sister — Veronica — smoking a cigarette whilst sat at the dining table.

His ears immediately hear the song ‘The End of the World’ playing from upstairs — in your room.

“Has she come down yet?” He asks Veronica, closing the door behind him.

“No. But she’s been playing that sh*t all morning!” She replies, raising her voice towards the end in hopes you’ll hear her.

Jason rolls his eyes and cautiously walks upstairs towards your bedroom — the door left a slight bit open.

He peeks in but doesn’t see anything — due to the lights being off. So instead, he walks inside and flicks the lights on.

Jason’s eyes dart around the room, however only to be met by a messy, empty bed and the music playing on the record player.

Instantly, his mind thinks of the worst. He glances outside in the hallway — noticing how the bathroom door was fully closed shut.

“Please…” He whispers to himself, preparing himself for what he knew he was about to see.

Cautiously walking over to the door, he holds his hand out and slowly turns the doorknob — opening the door.

He immediately freezes on the spot, smacking his hand over his mouth and his eyes watering.

There you were… h*nging from the ceiling by a thick, beige robe — with dried up bl*od poured down your clothes.