Comprehension
A/N: Hey guys, please note this is my FIRST BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA fanfic, so yeah… Bear with me. Just a long drabble/very short one-shot.
I haven't read the book, but I WAS watching the movie as I wrote this. I don't know why, but I cried writing this. Probably because I was already emotional cause I cry EVERYTIME I watch the movie…. And I don't mean a stray tear running down my face… I mean full sobbing pretty much. O.o
Written in Jess's POV.
The pain I felt after Dad told me Leslie had died was minimal compared to how much pain I experienced when Leslie's father talked to me about how much of a friend I was to Leslie.
I was more shocked, than anything else when I first found out she died. Terror flooded like throat like bile, and all I could think of was the constant cawing of those evil birds of the Dark Master's in Terabithia, always cawing 'Dead meat! Dead meat! Dead meat!'
It wouldn't stop ringing in my ears for twelve hours straight.
The terror in my throat was replaced by pure sadness. I swear the lump in the back of my mouth didn't go away for a week, probably more, but I was too distraught to think straight.
The night she died, I trapped myself in my little alcove in the bedroom, and cried until I could cry no more, only pretending to be asleep whenever my parents checked on me.
I felt like a zombie the next morning. I unconditionally refused to believe she was dead, because I knew, that, even if for one moment I believed it, I was going to blame myself.
Everyone kept on telling me that it wasn't. They wouldn't stop. By the end of the week it was like a military exercise absolutely drilled into my system. Every time I tried to accuse myself, to wallow in my self-pity, the nonchalant and automatic response from everyone around would be "It wasn't your fault." or something along those lines.
As Mr. Burke tore my heart into tiny significant pieces I felt my world shatter around me in sync to my heart. Everything turned black. I felt like I was suffocating.
When I talked to Ms. Edmunds, I saw that look on her face. Her eyes were searching mine for some kind of answer, and I saw tears forming.
That desperate and seeking, yet understanding look. Her eyes were the only that it could be found in. Everyone else's had pity, remorse and depression.
Simply put; my whole world disappeared as the realization hit me like a brick – I was never going to see her smile again.
I think we should invite Leslie next time. She'd have a great time.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I know it wasn't that great… But yeah.
I'd appreciate your reviews.