Chapter 1
When You Believe
Disclaimer: I do not own Bridge to Terabithia, or any of its characters.
The lush greens of the forest hindered sunlight upon it's roots on an ordinary afternoon. The sun shone bright, but it was not a cheerful day at the kingdom of Terabithia. News had spread among the inhabitants, a tragic news indeed. Word has it that the Queen has passed on. A terrible loss indeed. Oh, the sorrow the King would probably feel. What would become of their highness? A king without a queen? What indeed...
Rummaging sounds echoed from atop the tree house. Things were pushed aside, some taken. The lonely figure inside raged across anything he could get his hands into. Then he came across it. Something that once thrilled him. Yet it pained him to even look at it now. He grabbed what's left of the tubes of paint and climbed down the tree house. The rope ladder shook violently as he did.
Where was he going, he didn't know. He just needed a way, a way to direct all this guilt, all this sorrow that he felt. He kept on running until his feet weighed him down. And that was where he stopped. The river. Once again he could not control his tears, as they flowed down his face. Frustrated, he squeezed as hard as he could, the tubes of paint, down the river. It flowed, much like his tears, as they are washed away by the current, the unforgiving current. Just when he was free from any other sound other than his own, one came.
"JESSSS!!"
The sound echoed in his mind, deep and lasting. He was sure he had heard it .Loud and clear. There was no mistaking it. Within the dead silence of the forest, he heard it. A voice calling out to him. He wiped away his tears. His heartbeat quickened as he frantically searched for the source of the noise. Could it be?
"Leslie!" Jesse half expected an answer. But there was none. His heart began to weigh down almost instantly. Was it not Leslie that he heard? Was it just his mind playing tricks on him? He tried his best to erase the doubt from his mind as he broke of into a run, swerving between trees and the branches protruding outwards. His heart was thumping more and more loudly, with each second that passed.
"Leslie?!" He shouted again, but this time with more uncertainty. Nothing went through his mind, other than the pure insanity that was messing up any sense of rationality he had left. Leslie was dead. Yet, somewhere deep inside him, there was a lingering feeling that he wanted to believed, that Leslie wasn't gone. She couldn't. Or shouldn't. If only I had invited her to the museum with us. That one thought sent tears of regret streaming down his face. It was all his fault! His selfish actions that led to her tragic fate.
And now he was desperate to hold on to something, anything that could bring Leslie back. Even as to latch on to the possibility that she was right here in Terabithia, calling out his name. Where he would then find her, and be pulled into an immersive imagination of Terabithia, a land so vast and beautiful with its wonders and adventures. And it would all only belong to them, and no one else, not Maybelle, not their parents, not anyone. It belonged to them both.
He stopped dead in his tracks, as these thoughts flooded his head. Finally admitting defeat that he had simply imagined the voice. His face was still drenched in tears, while he stood there, in self pity.
"You are such a crybaby, Jess."
He froze. That voice..
"Leslie?"
A fanfiction that I was inspired to write. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. First chapter seems rather generic, but I promise you that the following chapters will be much more interesting. Please read and review.