Then out of no were a flash of light and the girl and Jason was gone i could hear voices it was me and father in the front room but this time i looked older i was ooh i remember when i was 11, i knew what this was it was the day my life changed for good were all the pain, hate, anger, and sorrow it was the day i was told Jason my Jason my brother was taken away from me i didn't want to hear it so i tried to cover my ears but something was stopping me i tried closing my eyes but i couldn't, i hear father telling me Jason passed away, that day thought my father was sad and hurt but when I looked closer, it was not real he was acting on it with my fathers hands on his face, but his eyes told me he was glad he didn't care that his only son had just died, fathers eyes was smiling i don't know if you understand what i mean, there was not tears no gilt, or sadness in his eyes at all,
Then a pull that pull i knew i was getting taken some were else, but i wanted to watch i wanted to see what father did after the 11 year old me had ran out, then i seen my self a 9 months later at the church were Jason was lay to rest, i looked at father there was not a single bit of sadness coming from him no what so ever,