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Sent back

By Dark God Silverterror

Chapter 1 Sent back

50-year-old Jesse Aarons had nightmares of his friend, Leslie Burke dying, she died 37 years ago, on March 9, 2007. Jess had fallen in love with Leslie the very last time he saw her.

Jesse Aarons didn't go by his real name Jesse. Instead, he went by his nickname, Jess.

Jess woke up, he lay up in bed, and sweat ran down his face. Jess's hair was starting to turn gray. He had a black mustache, that was completely, or almost completely gray.

Jess was now a police officer. He had once been an artist, but he quit that job. He was a writer for the website, he had the penname DarkmasterslayerTerabithian50.

Jess had written the story Terabithian death. Which was based off of Leslie's death. At the end of the story, Jess revealed that it was true.

Jess also wrote the story, Darkmaster vs. the King Jess. Which was a story of how Jess defeated the Darkmaster.

Jess wrote one other story, Superman vs. Jason. A crossover between Superman, and Isaac Christensen's story, Crelin. Jess wrote it however with permission. Due to the fact that Isaac had his story published, and copyrighted.

Jess wiped the sweat from his face. He took the blanket off of him, and put his slippers on.

Jess walked out of the room after opening the door. He went down the hall, went in his bathroom. Opened the door. Jess walked in, and turned the light on.

He walked to the sink, turned the faucet on. Leaned over, and washed the sweat off from his face. Jess missed Leslie a lot, his friend, the only person Jess had truly ever loved, had died, that day so many years ago. She didn't even deserve it. Why did she die, when she had never done anything wrong in her life? It didn't make sense. Leslie didn't deserve to die. Her death was an accident, she had died while swinging across a rope, it snapped, and she fell into the creek below. Leslie hit her head on a rock; it left a hole in her head. She went unconscious, and drowned.

The news of this broke Jess's heart, his angel Leslie, his sweat lovely blond haired angel

Leslie had died. It was like Jess had shoved her into that watery abyss, and sent her to her doom himself, even though he didn't. Leslie didn't deserve to die! She was a good, loving, sweet, pretty, on the outside, and the inside person. She was also very imaginative. Leslie had opened Jess's mind. After her death, Jess had become sad, angry, and almost insane. Jess never fell in love with another person. He couldn't, you'd be crazy to think he could fall in love again. After what happened those miserable thirty-seven damn years ago.

Jess thought, "It's been 37 years since Leslie's death, and I still have nightmares of her death. I never got the chance to tell Leslie I loved her. I still do, even after her death. Even after all these years, I still blame myself for her death. Was it my fault? Or was her death the only way that I could move on in life? Or what is it? My dad Jesse Aarons sr. told me 37 years ago, "She brought you something special when she came here, didn't she? That's what you hold onto, that's how you keep her alive." My dad was right. Oh well, she's not alive, so what's the difference?"

Jess turned the sink off, wiped his face off with a towel, took a shower, got out of the shower, and put a towel on. Jess didn't look that old for a man at the age of 50. Heck, he looked like Sirius Black from the movie, Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban.

The few differences from them were that Jess had white teeth, gray hairs, and a better-looking body. Jess went back to his room, went in, and changed into his police uniform, and everything. And put his gun in his pocket, and you get the rest.

Jess went to work; he rode in his police car. After he got to work, he went out of the car, closed the door, locked it with his key, put the key in his pocket, and went into the building.

Jess was on the brink of insanity itself. Jess had been heartbroken since his friend Leslie's death, Jess had become like his father, Jesse Aarons sr. over the years. Jess was slightly mean, he was tough, he was smart, intelligent, and was good at drawing.

Jess thought, "Why the hell did Leslie die? Is it my entire fault? I hope not. If I didn't go to the art museum with Ms. Edmunds, I could've saved Leslie from drowning, but I failed miserably. That caused Leslie to die, and for me to become heartbroken. I was being a real jerk not inviting poor Leslie. If I did, I could've saved her from her death. Oh well, you can't reverse what's happened. Life is so fucking retarded that it's not funny, or fair!"

A few hours later, Jess was shooting at a criminal, he shot then missed. Jess said into his walkie-talkie, "I need backup now! I'm trying to shoot this freaking goddamn criminal! He's also shooting at me! I need backup now!" Jess said were he was, and the location, the address, the street, and everything. A few minutes later a few police cars showed up, the police went out of the police cars, and pulled out their guns, and started shooting at the criminal.

The criminal dodged their bullets, and said, "Come on you stupid cops! You thinks you can stop me? Gives it yous best shot!" Jess aimed his gun at the criminal; the criminal dodged the police officer's bullets.

The criminal saw Jess aim his gun at him; the criminal aimed his gun at Jess, then said, "Nighty night, officer."

Jess got out farther from behind his police car, and was about to shoot the criminal, when the criminal shot Jess in the heart.

Jess fell back, he said, "Shit! This is not gonna be good…"

Jess's eyes closed, he died, and breathed his last breath.

Jess opened his eyes, he stood up. He looked around. Jess thought, "Were am I?"

Jess heard a voice saying, "In heaven. You are dead Jess, you were shot to death."

Jess turned around to see who it was. It was Jesus who had spoken to him. Jesus was wearing white robes; he had long black hair, and a black beard. There were nail holes in his wrists and feet.

Jess fell to his knees, and said, "I'm dead, crap. I'm dead. This is not good. Lord, my life was a waist. My friend, Leslie Burke, died thirty-seven years ago, on March 9, 2007. I love her Jesus, but it's my fault she's dead."

Jesus replied, "Now Jess, it's not your fault. She died, yes, sad and tragic. But her death was necessary."

Jess said, "Necessary? Lord, my heart is broken. I can't live without Leslie.

Can you please send me back to the day, year, month, and the exact date Leslie died? I need to save her! I've felt heartbreak my entire life, I need to save Leslie. Please Lord Jesus! Sent me back to save Leslie! I know you have the power to send me back!"

Jess burst into tears.

Jesus replied, "Are you sure you want me to send you back to save her?"

Jess replied, "Yes, Lord, please?"

Jesus replied, "Alright, I'll send you back. Save Leslie, and take good care of her."

Jesus waved his hand, and it went white…

Jess woke up; he looked at the ceiling that was the ceiling of his old room. Jess sat up in bed. He had a look of surprise on his face.

Jess felt his upper lip. No mustache, he removed his blanket, Jess looked at himself. He was in his old room, in the year 2007. Jess's eyes went wide. He was young again! Eleven years old. This was too much. Jess thought he had gone insane.

Jess said, "What the fuck? I'm young again? I, I think I've gone insane. I'm going delusional. It's happened, I'm crazy, insane! What's wrong with me?"

Maybelle ran into the room saying, "Jess, Jess, I called you three times! It's your giiiiiiiiirrlfriend!"

Maybelle went over to Jess, and handed him the phone. Jess said, "Maybelle, you look so…so…"

Maybelle replied smiling, "So what?"

Jess said, "Never mind."

Maybelle walked out of the room. Jess said into the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello Jess."

Jess said, "What? Who is this?"

"It's your teacher Ms. Edmunds. I was going to go to the museum with my nephews, but my sister changed her plans at the last minute. So, I had a thought. Would you like to go instead?"

Jess said, "Ms. Edmunds, what's the date?"

Ms. Edmunds replied, "It's March 9."

"What's the year," said Jess.

"It's 2007, Jess," said Ms. Edmunds. "Are you alright?"

Jess replied, "Uh…I'm fine." Fine? What was Jess thinking? How could he be fine? He got shot, died, went to heaven, sent back, and was now eleven years old again.

How was this fine?

Jess thought he'd gone insane. Who'd blame him? Anyone would've gone insane if the same things that happened to Jess happened to them.

Ms. Edmunds said, "So, Jess, would you like to come?"

Jess thought, "Can I still go? Maybe I should invite Leslie though. Alright, go, but invite Leslie this time."

Jess said, "I'd love to come. But I got one question though, is it ok if Leslie came. She's my friend, she lives next door to me."

Ms. Edmunds replied, "Sure, the more the merrier. I'll be there in a few minutes. See yah, bye."

Jess said, "Yeah, bye."

Ms. Edmunds hanged up. Jess smiled as he pushed the talk button, and the phone went quiet. This time, Leslie, Jess's sweet angel Leslie would be safe. She would live this time.

Jess threw the phone in a random direction, not caring were it landed. Jess closed the door to his room, changed into his clothes. Jess walked downstairs, and outside, sat on the bench.

He put his pink sneakers on. Jess thought, "I haven't worn these in thirty-seven years. Wearing them again feels pretty weird."

Jess tied his pink sneakers. Jess got up, and ran to Leslie's house. Jess thought, "I can't wait to see Leslie! For thirty-seven years I've lived without her. Not anymore, I hope to God she's alive."

Jess would not let Leslie die this time. Not after living without Leslie for most of his life.

Jess ran to Leslie's house. Walked up the steps, and knocked on the door.

Mr. Burke answered, and said, "Hi Jess. Early for you to be here."

Jess replied, "Is Leslie here? I'm inviting her to go with me, and Ms. Edmunds to the art museum, if that's ok with you."

Mr. Burke replied, "Sure, that's just fine with me. I'll call Leslie."

Mr. Burke called for Leslie, a minute or few later; Leslie walked down the stairs, wearing all her normal clothing, shoes, everything.

Mr. Burke said, "Leslie, Jess is inviting you to go with him, and your teacher to an art museum. Would you like to go."

Leslie said with a smile on her face, "Sure, I'd love to go."

"Super," said Mr. Burke. "Well, I'll see you two later."

Mr. Burke, who's first name Bill I'll use now, as I'm getting tired of typing Mr. Burke, walked out of the room.

Leslie walked the rest of the way down the stairs, and over to Jess.

Jess looked at Leslie, and smiled.

Jess ran over to Leslie, and hugged her. Leslie returned the hug. Then they let go of each other.

Jess said, "Leslie! I…never mind. Ms. Edmunds will be at my house with her car, let's go."

Jess turned around, grabbed Leslie's hand, and the two walked out of the house, and walked over to Jess's house, and sat on the bench, waiting for Ms. Edmunds.

Jess was still holding Leslie's hand. Jess looked at Leslie's face, and smiled. He was so glad to be with Leslie again. The broken heart that Jess had had for thirty-seven years was completely healed.

Leslie looked at Jess, and said, "Jess, are you ok? Why are you looking at me like you love me, or something?"

Jess replied, "I uh, I don't know. I'm just glad that you're alright, that's all."

Jess and Leslie looked into each other's eyes.

Leslie said, "Jess, is there something you're not telling me?"

What was Jess going to say? Was he going to tell Leslie how he felt for her? Or would he wait till later?"

Jess said, "Naw, there's nothing I'm not telling you."

Leslie could tell Jess was lying. She replied with a smile on her face, "Jess, there's something you're not telling me. What is it?"

Jess was now nervous? What was he going to do now? "Crap, I might as well tell Leslie once and for all the truth."

Jess said nervously, "Leslie, I…"

Jess and Leslie heard a noise, the turned their heads.

It was Ms. Edmunds; she had honked her car horn. She rolled down the window, and said, "Come on. Let's go."

Jess and Leslie stood up, and walked over to Ms. Edmunds car. Ms. Edmunds pressed a button on her car door, and the two back doors unlocked. Jess was still holding Leslie's hand.

There was no way Jess was going to go anywhere without Leslie. He was going to stay by her side for as long as he could.

Jess opened the car door, let go of Leslie's hand, turned to her, and smiled, then said, "Ladies first."

Leslie got in the car, and over to the seat by the other car door.

Jess got in the car, and closed the door.

Ms. Edmunds looked into the car mirror, and said, "You two ready to go?"

Jess replied with a smile, "Yes ma'am."

Ms. Edmunds looked back out the window of the car, and said, "Alright then, let's go."

Jess, and Leslie put their seatbelts on. Jess reached his hand out to Leslie, and touched her left hand; they looked at each other, and held hands.

Ms. Edmunds rode the car out of the driveway, and to the art museum.

A/N: Not that good so far, ok, so maybe it is. But whatever, you be the judge of how good or bad this. And review, really, please. I have anonymous reviews enabled.