Fight for Life: Continued
A/N: Hi everyone! The new chapter has finally arrived. Enjoy!
The reason I'm posting this separate from the actual story is because before, I had BlankMinds77 posting it for me. (I had some difficulties) but now the trouble's over, I can post my own now. So please, please, please, review. It makes us better writers, as the great God of Fanfiction IhateSnakes says.
Chapter 11
It was a bright summer's day, and Leslie Burke was standing on an unfamiliar beach. How she got there in the first place was unknown to Leslie. The golden sand was heavenly warm and crunched under her toes. The ocean's wild, majestic waves crashed and rolled along the endless shore, and in the distance, Leslie could see boats out.
While admiring these beautiful sights, Leslie subconsciously raised her hand to her scar, and doing so, she brushed against a stray blonde strand of hair. Shocked, Leslie realized her sunlit blonde hair had grown back to its original size. Tugging it to see if it wasn't a wig, Leslie's grimaced. The hair was firmly attached, it was real. She looked down and noticed she was wearing shorts and a tank top. She saw no signs of battling bowel cancer.
I must be dreaming, Leslie decided. Besides, she didn't mind. She had enough of knowing she was sick when she was awake without dragging it into her dreams as well.
Leslie could sense someone approaching her. Whipping around, she could see a man walking slowly towards where she stood, staring wistfully out on the ocean. His dark hair was rustling from the breeze, and like Leslie, he wore shorts and a t-shirt. In his tanned hands, he clutched an array of violets.
Violets….. Leslie's favorite flowers.
Jess?
It was him.
'Jess!' Leslie called, running to him. Her voice was constricted with surprise, and delight. It was nice seeing Jess, in her dream.
But to Leslie's utter confusion, Jesse simply plods on past her, making no acknowledgement he had seen or heard her.
'Hey, Jess, wait!'
Jess didn't look back or answer. Instead he walked slowly, calmly, to whatever destination he was heading.
The dream was fast-forwarded, and Leslie was now on top of what seemed to be some sort of mountain.
There, exactly 333 steps from the cliff's edge, Jess knelt, kissing the ground. The words he whispered were too incoherent for Leslie to hear amongst the now howling wind and the crashing of the waves down below.
Jesse stood up, leaving the violets on the down beaten grass.
Curious, Leslie headed to where the violets had been discarded, and found a small heart shaped stone. On it, cursive writing made out the words:
Leslie Sophia Burke
3/11/1996- 6/6/2024
You don't need wings to be an angel, and she was.
Her screams echoed.