I have changed a few things. Elizabeth and Emily are only a couple years younger than Jason. Elizabeth's parents sent her and her brother to Port Charles when she was six and he was eight. She was/is best friends with Emily and they all went to school together. Oh - and no Robin. Sorry. When our story picks up, she has been gone for a year. Hopefully, everything else will be explained as I go along.
CHAPTER 1
He hated this room. It represented everything he had come to despise about Jason Quartermaine - the awards on the shelves, the stupid motivational posters, the medical books on the desk, the god awful suits in the closet - seriously, who dressed like that? The room was neat, clean, organized . . . and he hated it.
They thought they could force him to stay here - force him to remember, but the longer he hung out in this room, the less he wanted to remember. He may be a little lost and confused but he preferred the feeling to the idea of kiss ass, perfect Jason Quartermaine. God, he hated this room.
Overcome with the desire to ruin everything of Jason Quartermaine's - to ruin Jason Quartermaine, he began breaking anything he could get his hands on. He ripped the pages from the books, then threw them out the window into the cold. He tore down the posters and stomped on them. Losing all control, he hit, smashed, ripped and demolished anything and everything.
Die, Jason Quartermaine, Die!
Finding a bat in the closet, he used for further destruction. He ripped into the mattress of the bed, letting stuffing go everywhere. Destruction felt good - made him feel better than he had in a long time. Out of breath, he sat on the floor to take a breather - he wasn't done, not by a long shot. He could still see pieces of Jason Quartermaine intact and that would not be tolerated.
Something caught his eye . . . a loose floor board . . . reaching into his pocket for his switchblade (a recent purchase), he used it to wedge it open. It came up easily. Obviously, Jason Quartermaine had opened it often. Peaking inside, he saw box hidden away. He took the box out and examined it.
Written on the top of it was Elizabeth Webber.
Interesting, he thought, Jason Quartermaine was dating someone named Keisha. Who is Elizabeth?
Opening the box, he was a little confused by its contents. Other than a leather book that looked like a journal of some kind, the box was full of photographs of a cute looking brunette - Elizabeth, he assumed. The photos ranged in age from a little girl to a teenager to a woman. Opening the book, he saw someone - Jason Quartermaine, he presumed - had been writing in it for years. Noticing the first date, he realized Jason had started writing in it when he was eight years old. Every page seemed to be about Elizabeth - what she wore, who she talked to, where he saw her, if he talked to her . . . there were photos taped to some of the pages. Sometimes the photos had comments written next to them . . .
Weird, he thought, really weird.
It actually made him happier - happier than he'd ever been really. So Jason Quartermaine wasn't perfect. He obviously hid his issues well but still, he was far from perfect. Anyone who had spent the past fifteen years or so detailing every aspect of someone else's life was far from perfect - hell, he wasn't even normal.
Putting the book back into the box, he grabbed it and stood up. Collecting a couple other items he wanted to take with him, he shoved the box and the rest of the stuff into a duffle bag. He threw the duffle bag out the window to be collected later - that way he could avoid the bitch session with the rest of the Quartermaines. They would realize he was gone and not coming back soon enough.
Grabbing the bat, he took several more swipes around, shattering the desk . . . the chair . . . the bed frame . . . He zipped up his leather jacket and took one last look around, please with the destruction in front of him. Jason Quartermaine was dead - he wanted nothing to do with him. Hopefully, the 'family' would see the damage and get the point.
Smirking, Jason Morgan turned and walked out of the bedroom and away from the Quartermaines forever.
