The End of the Story

I didn't fail my first nine weeks of school like I thought I did. Technically that's only because one of my teachers gave me an incomplete. If if wasn't for that I would have a big red F on my report card, but I don't and that's all that matters. Now without Jason I'm seeing life much clearer now and I'm doing much better. So that's it then? Is this the end of my story?

I made this blog to be my journey to discover if I was a mystic or if I was living in a world of fiction. At this point in my life I can't really explain any of the things that have happened in my past. How Jason warned me of things to come, like my step dad with the tree incident. It doesn't make any sense and with that my entire reality is falling apart. Instead of dwelling on the past though I need to take someone's advice and simply let it go.

I made it so I could discover things like my religion or my sexuality. I figured out it for the most part and with Reed back in town I have the chance to fully figure out who I am. It was him that helped me combine my internet and real life persno to create a brand new way of being myself. Even now that the pieces of the past me start to die I know a new me will blossom from it's ashes. The old me is slowly dying, but future me is a couple of months away. I have never been so close to becoming the person I want to be until now.

This chapter of my life ends in less then eight months and I don't really know what's next. All I know is in order to move forward I need to let go of the past once and for all. If that means losing any psychic power I once had to save my sanity I say it's a fair trade. Still I can't help, but wonder if there will be some kind of plot twist that will change the dynamic of this story. Never have I ever been so close to a happy ending, for me anyway, and I just know something will come to screw it up.

What could it be? Perhaps, I should also let go the fear that something bad will come and just enjoy my happyness. This could be the end of the story or... this could just be the beginning.

Jason Is Dead

After fighting with Jason for many years I have finally killed him. I was given proper medication after being hospitalized and the meds gave me a sword to fight the dragon with. Shoving the sharp blade into the demons chest pushing it back into it's cage where it'll remain for the rest of time. Part of me misses always having someone to talk to. But, in the end he was a bully that wouldn't settle for anything less then imprisonment inside my head or death.

Jason is dead.

With the end of school only about thirty one weeks away I'm close to ending this chapter of my life. Now that Jason isn't tying me down I might be able to live a normal life. As my medication is supposed to help with my fear of touching and other such issues. It's like a cure has been handed to me and I finally have an answer to my questions. If Jason is able to be defeated he couldn't have ever been real in the first place. Something still doesn't make sense though... How was I able to predict my aunt's car crash or my step father's tree accident? Something isn't adding up.

I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. I'm not hallucinating anymore, but I feel as if I'm falling into a trap. Everything is wrapping itself up into a tiny little knot. It's almost too perfect. Jason once said he could control my mental state creating creeping things for me to see. While I completely feel he is gone I can't stop wondering if this was all according to plan. If Jason was just part of the pawns in a gigantic chess board and somehow I needed to meet him so I could later do something great.

Last week when I was in the hospital I had this bad feeling something had happened to my mother. Couldn't shake it. Turns out she was throwing up that very night and pretty sick. So it seems my Intuition wasn't Jason after all and if I do have some sort of psychic ability it didn't go away. It's the only thing that makes any sense. But, as my therapist pointed out I need to let the past go and hope for a normal life. I have to fight for it because I want to be happy. But, this bad feeling is getting worse and I fear something new is awaiting me in the future.