What should've happened

By Dark God Silverterror

Chapter 1

Jess sat on his bed, and he heard a voice in his head. "You let her die, you didn't invite her to go to the art museum with you! You didn't go with her to Terabithia, and you didn't save her. What kind of a friend are you, to just let her die? It's your fault she is dead."

Jess believed the Darkmaster, that's the person that spoke to him in Jess's head. Jess already believed that it was his fault Leslie died. She was Jess's only friend, and Jess felt like he had killed her, that he pushed her into that creek himself. Even though he didn't.

Jess was barely sane; he was close, he could go insane any second. Jess's heart was broken, and the pain was terrible. He didn't think about suicide, but he probably would one day.

A tear went down Jess's face, he burst into tears. Why had Leslie died? She was too young to die. If an old man loses his wife, then it's not a big deal; he was probably going to die soon anyway. But Jess was eleven, and Leslie was ten when she died. So Jess was going to have to live the rest of his life without Leslie. Jess felt anger, he felt really angry.

He blamed himself for Leslie's death, and he was on the verge of insanity. Jess stopped crying, an angry look went on Jess's face. He turned to the wall besides his bed, he hit it, and a hole was made.

He moved his fist away from the wall, or pulled it out. And turned his head away from the wall, and sat with his head against the wall, and with his right leg out, with his left up half way.

Jess didn't care he punched a hole in the wall, he was angry with himself, and with Ms. Edmunds. He was angry with Ms. Edmunds because she invited him to the art museum.

Jess was mad at himself for going to the art museum, and not inviting Leslie.

Damn, he sure was angrier then anything. Jess calmed down, Leslie brought him something special when she came her, and that's what he should hold on to. Or, at least, that's what Jess's dad told him. But Jess's dad didn't know Leslie, or the secret they shared, Terabithia. They would go there everyday, and defend their kingdom from the forces of the Darkmaster, which were the hairy vultures, and the sqougres.

It all ended when Leslie swung across the creek with the rope the day Jess went to the art museum with Ms. Edmunds.

The rope snapped, and Leslie fell in the creek. She tried to swim, but the water forced her down, and Leslie saw a rock. Her eyes went wide.

She tried to swim away, but the water forced her down, and she struggled, but in the end, she bumped her head on the rock. The rock cut her head.

She turned around in the water; the rock ripped her head open, the cut bigger, blood came out of her head.

She turned around all the way, and the rock ripped her head away.

Leslie got free of the rock, and the blood went from the hole on her forehead to her face, and went down it, and onto her red jacket, her shirt, her pants, and her shoes.

Blood went onto Leslie's blond hair, and turned it red.

Blood went in Leslie's mouth, and her nose, she chocked. Then she went unconscious.

Her last thought was, "Jess…I love you."

Leslie died. A cloud of blood filled the creek, Leslie's body appeared on the surface, and floated down the creek.

Leslie was dead, and she didn't do anything wrong, she didn't deserve to die.

But why did she? Was Jess being punished, or what was it? Did it matter or not? Leslie was dead, and that was that. Her life no more, she died. It was heartbreaking for Leslie's parents who soon moved out of Lark Creek shortly after Leslie's death.

It was also heartbreaking for Jess, who fell in love with Leslie the last time he ever saw her.

Jess realized he loved Leslie, but only after her death.

He would never be able to tell her. Jess tried to make peace with Leslie's death, and he also tried to when he made Maybelle the princess of Terabithia. But it wasn't Leslie.

Leslie was the one that opened Jess's mind. Jess and Leslie were the king and queen of Terabithia. But now, with the death of the queen, how did Jess feel, sad, heart broken, pain, sometimes nothing, regret, self blame, and the list goes on and on.

Jess got off his bed, walked over to the door of his room, opened it, went out of his room, and closed the door.

He walked downstairs, and into the kitchen.

He ate breakfast, and his sisters Brenda and Ellie talked to each other about the usual thing, boys, clothes, whatever. Teenager girl crap, you get it.

Maybelle said, "Hey Jess, what's up?"

Jess was moving the fork he had in his hand, with his head on his left, his arm on the table. The fork had a piece of pancake in it.

Jess looked at Maybelle, and said, "Nothing, I'm fine."

Maybelle replied, "You don't look fine. What's wrong?"

Jess was not going to tell Maybelle, she had no idea how close Jess and Leslie had been, how deep there friendship had been.

"Nothing," Jess lied. "I'm just fine. I can't eat." Jess let go of his fork, moved his head off his hand, moved up, scooted the chair back, got up, went out of the room, and out of the house.

Jess walked through Terabithia, without Maybelle. He didn't want to talk to his annoying little sister; Jess did get to close with Maybelle. But she wasn't Leslie. Jess walked to the tree house, and looked up at it.

Jess pictured himself and Leslie in front of the tree house, sitting on the wood, talking to each other, either about their parents, and how they were similar to them, and that stuff, or about how they were going to get back at Janice Avery, then they decided to make a fake love note.

Jess turned his head away from the tree house. Then back to it, and looked at looked it again, nothing, Jess didn't picture himself and Leslie in front of the tree house talking about one of the things I mentioned in the paragraph above.

Instead, Jess saw nothing, what he saw was what was really there, absolutely nothing.

Jess turned around, and looked down at the ground, tears fell from Jess's face to the ground like raindrops.

Jess started crying, he closed his eyes, and tears came out still anyway.

Jess fell to his knees, and cried still. The pain was terrible, his heartbreak got worse, his heart shattered into more pieces. Not meaning his physical heart, but the spiritual one inside of him, his soul. Jess felt empty inside, he felt nothing, nothing at all. If he could feel anything, it was pain. Then, Jess heard a voice, "You feel terrible don't you. You feel pain. You really want her back, don't you now? She's dead, you want her back, don't you?"

Jess turned his head to see who it was that spoke to him. The figure was black; he had long black hair in strands that were in black ties. He had no eyes; instead, he had darkness where his eyes should've been.

He had a few inch claws on his fingers that were either silver, or black that were on his fingers. He was wearing keys on him. It was the Darkmaster!

Jess's eyes went wide; he stood up, and turned to the Darkmaster. Jess said nervously, scared for his life, "What…what do you want?"

The Darkmaster said, "Jess, I want to make a deal with you. A deal to bring Leslie back. You suffer greatly without your precious king. You wish she were here, don't you? Not to matter, even if you do, or don't want her back, I can still do so anyway."

Jess said, "Yeah, right. Do you really think I'm going to trust you, you piece of shit?" Jess rarely swore, but it would usually be "hell," or "damn." Definitely not "shit."

The Darkmaster walked forward to Jess, and stopped. He said, "Jess, your heart is broken, don't you want Leslie back? Don't you want to see her again? To see her blond hair, her sea green eyes, to hear the voice of an angel? What do you say? Will you make the deal with me?"

Jess thought for a minute, he did want to see Leslie again. He made up us mind after a quick decision, the pain of not being with Leslie was to much, his broken heart wouldn't heal. Jess's decision was to make the deal with the Darkmaster, he nodded, and then he said, "Yes, I will make the deal. I want to see Leslie again. Please, bring her back. I can't live without her!"

The Darkmaster said, "Good, I want something in return though?"

Jess said, "What?"

"I want your soul!"

Jess either thought of it, or not, decided he would sell his soul to the Darkmaster, or he didn't think about it.

Jess said, "You can have my soul."

The Darkmaster said, "Good, good. You've made the right choice."

Jess moved his hand out, and said, "Let's shake on it."

"Of course," said the Darkmaster.

The Darkmaster moved his hand out, and shook Jess's hand.

The Darkmaster said, "Ergo, egiao, gaha! Eggaszk!"

It went dark, the land went dark, and red, the trees turned dark and disappeared. Darkness filled the land. The grass turned black.

Jess heard the words; "I own your soul now!"

Jess's eyes closed, and he went unconscious.

A/N: Please is this good, I hope it is. And, please, please, review.