After the dance… 11:35 pm:
I stroke his hair, weaving my fingers between the silky strands. His dirty blonde hair gleams in the streetlight. I'm sitting next to him in the parking lot of the venu "Jason?" my voice cracks as tears start to form. His face is pale, when I look at his hands, I notice they're bleeding. Spontaneously, I tear my scarf apart and wrap both of this hands. I look at him and wonder who would ever hurt him. Who would ever hurt my Jason? "Adalyn?" I hear him say my name and my heart aches at the sound of his voice. "Yes, it's me, Adalyn, I'm here." I say as I hold his hand. "I'm here with you."
Jason's consciousness returns and he slowly stands up as I help him walk to his car. "Adalyn, it's Kari…" he says. "Kari Meadowbrook?" I tentatively ask. "Yes, she came back, and…and…" Jason tries to remember what happened, but says he can't recall. Kari must've erased his memory. "It's ok." I tell him, "I'm just so glad you're ok."
We arrived at my house. Jason's sleeping on the couch and I'm preparing dinner until I hear a melodic tune, it sounds peaceful, almost entrancing. Jason suddenly gets up, walks down the stairs and to the door. The tune becomes louder and louder until it turns into a screeching sound. It's probably Kari, with her magical powers, she's hypnotizing him… "Jason, come back!!!" I yell. I run down the stairs and try to pull him away. "Stop, Adalyn!" he yells and pushes me. I tumble backwards, and feel a sharp pain go through my arm. Jason opens the door and Kari appears. "Goodbye, Adalyn", she says, before she flashes a light beam towards me. And everything goes black.
I've been unconscious for two weeks. I look around and see that I'm in my house. Memories of what happened two weeks ago replay in my mind. I'm so dizzy I can't even stand up. I'm still in shock with what happened, Jason, my own Jason hypnotized under Kari's devious spell. Then, I suddenly recall what happened nine years ago. Distant memories slowly start to appear in my mind. Everything that's happened so far somehow leads up to the disappearance of my sister. My intuition is telling me that something shady is happening. I only have one thing left to do, one thing left to deliver justice. It's time. It's finally time.
I go to my room, open the closet, and pick out a black jumpsuit. It's glimmering sheen shines in the light. I put it on, its tight material feels like silk against my skin. Then, I walk into the bathroom, about to get ready to cut my hair, until I notice myself. I trace my hands over the jumpsuit, admiring how it accentuates my features. The black jumpsuit makes me look fearless, giving me a new aura. I grab a pair of scissors and cut my hair, watching as the long black strands fall to the floor. I cut from the back towards the front, leaving me with an uneven haircut. As I look at myself, my hair is jagged. Some strands are sharper and longer than other strands. Somehow, I look stronger than I was before. Then, I use the sharp blade of the scissors to quickly slice a cut on my right cheekbone. I immediately feel pain, and bend over, clutching both sides of the counter to keep myself from crying. I stand tall, and look at myself in the mirror, with my jagged haircut and cut that slowly starts to bleed. I am strong. I am dangerous. I am unstoppable.