I feel like that little gay boy from that movie "I see dead people"
Jason Stackhouse couldn't take this shit no more, fuckin blood suckers brain raping him all the god damned time. He hated all them fuckin fangers, Eric, Nora, Pam..Tara..Hell even the naked evil superman. Sookie had turned her back on him...again. All for the fuckin vampers...again.
He had seen the face of the vampire that killed his momma and daddy.
Warlow was in Bon Temps
Now his momma daddy had gotten all scary and racist since they gone to heaven. He didn't know what to do no more, he knew that he was too hard on Sookie. But he was angry, all the time. There was to much evil shit in the world as he was all alone.
Hoyt was gone, and he couldn't be near Jessica.
It hurt to much to be near her, after everything that had happened he still loved her. But with his momma and daddy whispering in his ear.
He couldn't focus on anything.
Jesus mother of Christ...Why couldn't things be simple again?
But all he knew was...That Warlow was in Bon Temps, he needed to warn Sookie.