Jason Died Novels & Stories

"Let your dad play around. It's not our business." "He could at least deal with my mom's memory first. He's just dating women that look like her. Life would be a lot easier if she were around." Jason's voice had softened. Tired. Hurting. "What happened to your mom?" I asked, genuinely. "She's dead. Overdose while driving. She would've loved you," he sighed, pulling out his phone. "I look just like her, see?" Jason turned the screen around. And my world stopped.

By now, no one at the table was eating anymore. This gathering had turned into a complete mess, a madhouse we’d created by inviting everyone here. “Companionship is everything, and I don’t expect you to get that,” Jo said, his voice firm. “You lost her and chose not to move on. That’s not the lesson I want to teach my son.” “Jason’s wife left him?” I asked, unable to keep quiet any longer. “She died,” Jason said, his voice icy and sharp. He turned his gaze from me to his brother, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and deep hurt.

Hearing the commotion, doctors rushed into the room and pulled our mom away while immediately trying to save Jason. Unfortunately, their help came too late. His body convulsed briefly, then he died. Our mom was placed under even stricter supervision. She spent her days lying silently on the bed, tears flowing endlessly. All the while, I simply floated in the air, watching everything. Watching her descend further into madness and suffering. Watching my dad live in regret and misery inside prison. Watching Jason die from loss of blood. Inside me, there was no ripple of emotion. I only felt tired, so exhausted.

I hope someday, we can go on another one. Steve sits on the table in the middle and puts his feet on the seat as I stand in front of him. No preparation. No warning. The words just come out of my mouth. “Jason is dead. ” His eyes widen, the shock evident on his face. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Are you okay?” I think there are people in this world who are just good people, not perfect but good—and Steve is one of them.

Everyone envied us, calling us a true match made in heaven. As for Jason, he neglected his company until it went bankrupt. His buddies who once followed him went their separate ways. One by one, those same people's lives fell apart. But Jason? He vanished completely. Some said he drank himself to death, while some said Marcella, bitter with resentment, had him locked away. The rumors varied until one day, a video was sent to me from an unknown account. In it, a frail, withered man crawled forward step by step, bowing his head to the ground again and again, begging for a chance to reunite with a woman he could never see again in this life.

Being lying in the middle of a snakes pit while they bite you and unable to do anything is the worst feeling he have experienced. 'If there is another life for me, then I am sure I will be terrified of snakes for ten lives to come' he thought, regretting his actions from ten years ago. On the other hand, Jason was found dead the next morning by the asylum staff. His death was slow. His blood dripping out of his slit blood vessel. His eyes are sunken and wide open. "He committed a suiside? Too bad, Miss Johnson wanted us to torture him until he really goes insane" the doctor commented casually before leaving the room.

That's straight-up murder! [You monster! You sacrificed your own kid for views?] The very last frame before the signal cut was Dad's twisted, panic-stricken face. It wasn't because he'd lost me, though. It was because he knew the public persona he'd crafted carefully had just gone up in flames. … The cops arrived. So did the ambulance, though it was purely for show at this point. The doctor did a brief check before pulling a white sheet over me. My time of death was two hours ago, which was right when Dad had taken his first sip of champagne. It was right when he'd looked into the camera and said that I had incredible acting.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"I've already killed the one ruining our relationship, Victoria. It's high time you forgive me now." Terrified, I staggered backward, fumbling for my phone to call the police. However, Frank showed up behind me in time and enveloped me in his arms. He held my trembling hand and gently comforted me, "Don't be afraid. Everything is alright now. Let's go home. We'll leave the rest to Maurice." I looked up to meet Frank's gaze. The tenderness in his eyes eventually calmed the panic in my heart. Jason was soon led away by the police who hurried over. With undeniable evidence of premeditated murder, he was quickly sentenced to death.

France :Paris 2005 Jason sat with his friends in front of the play ground. He was just 8 at that time and a happy child because he lived with his aunty, April Gold, who was mainly in London. While stretching his body, he didn't notice a girl walking right in front of him and he mistakenly chocked her to fall. "Aww ". Her low voice spoke but before Jason could speak a word, his friends interrupted.