It was some time in May that Ophelia Morales remembered Jason.
It was in the middle of a game of pool, actually, with some guys in a bar for a bet. One of them didn’t seem too excited about Ophi’s sudden victory as she shot the eight ball into the pocket with deadly precision, promptly ramming his pool stick into the girl’s stomach, lunging over to slap her across the face. She leaned into the table and kicked him away from her, only to be grabbed by the other and held still as she kicked and thrashed, while the original man brought a harsh fist to her face. Grimacing, the girl kicked him in the groin, twisting around to bite the man holding her. He tasted of bad cologne.
With a roar of pain, the man let go, when the people around them finally stepped in.
“I think you should leave,” one of them growled gruffly, ushering the two men to the door (after Ophi collected her money, of course), and the man, seeming very agitated, flipped a table over on his way out, and that’s what sparked it, as she distinctly remembered that idiot flipping the table and screaming for Monokuma.
Taking out her phone as though nothing had happened, the girl opened Facebook and typed in Jason Vellance.
After a moment of stalking through his old photos, she finally got herself an address, piecing together pictures from outside their house and such.
Leaving the bar swiftly, the girl mounted her motorcycle and drove herself there, finding herself outside a nice little suburban house. She approached the door and knocked lazily.
A short, plump woman opened the door to greet her, her smile dissipating as she saw who was at her door. A beat up teenager, with a bruise on her cheek and a bleeding lip, and a tattoo on her arm.
“Um. Is.. are you Jason’s mother?”
The woman gasped, bringing a hand over her mouth as tears quickly filled her eyes. She grabbed at Ophi’s arm.
“I- yes! I am-! Please, tell me he’s okay, tell me my boy’s safe..” she pleaded desperately. Ophelia promptly plucked a cigarette from her pack and placed it between her teeth.
“He died.”
The woman screamed, collapsing against Ophi as heart-wrenching sobs racked through her shoulders. Ophi stood there awkwardly, waiting for the moment to pass.
“Uh. Miss.”
The woman looked up weakly, bleary-eyed.
“Please make sure you’re feeding the cat.”