Friday the 13th (A fanfic story)

Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th or Jason vorhees…unfortunately. Dahlia had heard the stories just like every other teen counsellor, Jason vorhees, the child that drowned because some counsellors weren’t paying attention, now the rumours and the legends say losing her son drove Pamela vorhees mad, she went around killing counsellors in revenge, but one survived and killed her, some say Jason witnessed this, and now he kills any teen that enters crystal lake, his home, his territory. Dahlia didn’t believe the stories too much, and either way, she didn’t care, she was still going because she needed the money to escape her miserable life of abuse with her parents, so she’d go, even if that meant going with the dreaded group of mean girls and jocks, she would rather die by Jason’s machete than spend another second living with her parents. Love was never on the cards though, so why is it that it was exactly what she found in the most unexpected of places?