They call him Jason.
I call him my killer.
August 13, 2010. I was only 15 years old when I was murdered. I wasn't a child nor an adult. I was a teenager. I didn't know what I wanted in life. I was a teenager going through everything a teenager goes through.
I got mad one night. My parents and I had argued hotly for the millionth time since I hit puberty. I don't know why. It's just a teenager thing. I ran to my room, and snuck out the window. I was headed to a party on 312 Benson Lane. Shana Elliot, the it girl at my high school, West Jackson, was throwing it, and I just had to go. It was the party of the year. I was just a teenager after all. I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not, and really I did get IT... even though I didn't want IT.
His name was Jason. I didn't know him well, but I'd seen him at a few football games. He played runner back. We had danced together, having a great time. Things started heating up, and we went outside. I wasn't a child nor an adult. I was a teenager. I wasn't clueless to what he wanted from me, but I was innocent enough to not have ever imagined what he was going to do as we took a walk into the forest of Shana's backyard. You know it was wrong, but at that moment as we trailed along the leaf covered trail, even as the more responsible side told me that I needed to go back, the teenager in me wanted something bad to happen to me, my parents would never forgive themselves. I would make them feel sorry and wish that they had treated me better. But as Jason shoved me into the ground, my screams muffled by his fist as he invaded my virgin body, I couldn't think of anything else but the safety and security of my parents' arms. I took it back. I just wanted to be back at home fighting and screaming with my parents. I didn't want to be here feeling this pain, felling the blood drip from my thighs. When Jason was done, he flipped over onto his back, his breathing hard. I couldn't move. I was numb, my legs were sore and I could see nothing through the darkness and my tears. I had never been in this much pain before, not even when I fell off the young sycamore tree in my yard, and broke an arm and two ribs. As I lay there under a gigantic sycamore tree in the middle of the forest, it's dead branches foreshadowing my future, I'd never known that anything could hurt more than it. Jason looked at me. He realized what he had done. He realized that he had taken my virginity, my innocence. He would also have to take my life. I begged him. I told him I would not let anyone know. He wouldn't let me go. I was desperate, hopeless, as I tried to crawl away. My thighs burned, like my bones had been replaced by stiff burning steel. It was no use. He jumped on me, grabbing me by the hair. Fistfuls of the silky brown hair that I would spend hours making beautiful was pulled out of my scalp as I fought my hardest to escape. It was still no use. He was a football player. He was large, ripped, and muscular. I was a scrawny little girl, who was probably only 100 pounds if lucky. And he had the ability of murdering, something I could never do, even if I had lived. He didn't kill me quickly. He'd tortured me like a wrestler, crushing the air out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. His large hands were wrapped tightly around my throat, and his whole body was on top of me. At that last moment on Earth, I knew that I was dead. Nothing could save me, and as stared up at that gigantic Sycamore with the dead branches, I thought back to my parents. I didn't think about how they were going to miss me and cry. i didn't want revenge. I thought about how I would miss them, how I was going to never be able to see them again, how they would never hold me in their arms like when I fell off the big sycamore in our yard. It didn't take long for me to die. I watched from above as Jason picked up my limp body and carried it with him deeper into the forest. He reached a large lake. He took off my pink jacket, red long-sleeved shirt, and the rest of my clothes. He packed them with rocks and then tied them back onto me. Then he took off his clothes and dragged my body into the water. He swam about a mile out with my body, and then dropped it. My body sunk to the bottom of the lake. It was meant to become fish food and nutrition for the earth, and as for me I'm here now in heaven where children, teenagers, and adults are all alike, where no dangers like Jason prowl. I'm in heaven where I'm waiting for my parents. I'm in heaven where the Sycamore tree never dies.
