Chapter 1
Jay Gatsby could feel the water seep into his lungs as the shot in his back throbbed with an intense pain. He knew without a doubt that he was going to die. He never thought that his world would end with a fatal shot in the back. Daisy, the one and only love of his life, had left him to go back with her unfaithful husband, Tom. He had nothing left to live for.
The green light would always be unobtainable for him.
With his last breath, he allowed the chlorinated water to rush down his throat. It rushed down his throat with such force that he choked on it for half a second before everything around him became a blur. Before he realized it, he descended into darkness.
Green light surrounded him when he regained consciousness. Jay had no idea what was happening to him. He felt...different. The green light around him dimmed until he noticed that he was lying on his back by the pool. He sat up with little effort and saw that George Wilson lay dead a little ways away from him. The man that had just lost his wife, Myrtle, in the hit and run caused by Daisy, was now dead. Thinking that caused Jay to become pricked by fear all over again. A gun was lying in the palm of George's limp hand which indicated that his death had been a suicide. That was when it came rushing back to Jay. He remembered getting shot in the back and then slowly drowning. He shook it off; the images from that memory causing him to shiver with fright. It must have been just a bad dream. Otherwise, he'd be dead.
Jay Gatsby walked up to the corpse of George and stared at him, dumb with shock for a moment. He felt horrible that George had killed himself. George was such a kind man. If Jay hadn't let Daisy take the wheel, George would probably still be alive. Jay allowed that thought to paralyze him for a moment before he let his thoughts turn back to Daisy. His heart ached when he thought about her. He knew that she had made her choice to stay with Tom, yet he couldn't let her walk out of his life so easily. He had to try to win her back. He had to try to make her see sense.
Jay raced out of his vacant mansion and out the door in pursuit of Daisy. He forgot all about the nightmare of being shot.
If he had only turned around and looked at the bottom of the pool, he would have seen that that was far from a nightmare.
It was the truth.
