Hello old sports and welcome back for another chapter! Thank you so much for all the love I received for the first chapter and I would like to thank those who reviewed…

Lizzy B

Kairi

seasidewriter1

GHMurtaghmylove

Classicdesires

LittleCreepyDoll

-Hale

Mlle. Phoenix Fox

Update

And a really big thank you to those who favorite, following, and added me to their authors list! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I thought I would have to start over but I guess this time it's different. So, a few sides notes…

This is taking place a year before the book.

There are going to be changes about some interactions between people but I'll try not to steer from the main plot.

Some heavy bashing on Daisy later so you are warned along with Tom.

Swearing and some perverted thoughts ahead! (Along with stupid choices)

So, that's all! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter! Also! If my information is off about the 1920's PLEASE let me know so I can correct myself! I hate giving false information. Enjoy the read!

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Everything hurt so I knew I wasn't dead. I could still feel the waves against my skin as it tossed me around. I was in a raging storm. It was violent, unrelenting, fierce and it didn't show any signs of stopping. I remember kicking and failing my arms to get to the surface, for a breath of air I feel like I've been holding in forever.

Since I fell off the boat…

I don't remember anything after I broke for the surface, gasping for air. I still think I'm dead but I don't feel dead since everything hurt. Everything seemed fuzzy and confusing to understand. But I'm not in the water anymore; I'm surrounded by silk and warmth. Peaceful. Calm. It felt so unreal this feeling that now I am sure I am dead because I don't want to remove myself from this wonderful warmth.

"How is she?" A smooth, sophisticated voice said, echoing somewhere. It's a male voice and it is totally sexy.

"She's better than when you brought her inside, sir. Color has returned to her face and her breathing has returned to normal. When she wakes I will inform you sir." Another voice, familiar, but I really can't place it…

"Thank you Basil. If she wakes, after you have informed me, send something warm for her to eat and drink." The smooth voice, rather sexy still, said softly.

Wait a minute…WHERE THE HELL AM I?!

"I will certainly do that sir. I shall inform the kitchen for preparation." Two pairs of feet then left with the shutting of a door. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room I was placed in. Everything from the dresser and curtains to the very sheets of the bed I was sleeping on were all made of the highest quality. I know a rich person when I see one by the quality of their belongings along with what they wear. This place also felt so empty and alone. So strange and odd about this place…

I had to get out of here…

I removed the covers and slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed. When my feet touched the ground and I applied pressure to them I hissed; whimpering in pain. If I wasn't holding onto the bedpost of the bed I would've fallen to the ground. My feet are the most painful part of my body and I blame myself for knocking that stupid glass out of Liam's hand.

Liam…Charlotte…where are they?

"Stop questioning what's happened until we get out of here Emma. Then we can question all we like." I said as I reached the door. I pulled it open softly and stepped out into the quiet hallway. Like the bedroom, everything inside the house is made up of top quality. Rich people defiantly lived here and they prefer the old fashion style now that I've gotten a good look about the place. All these things must've been from the early 1920's fashion. Must be a collecter.

Then someone started to shout.

They knew I was missing now.

They're going to come after me…SHIT!

I cursed both inside my head and out, picking up my pace as fast as I could go with my battered feet. I looked down at the ground and saw I was leaving bloody footprints on the finely polished marble floor. I kind of felt bad, leaving such a mess for someone to come and clean it up, all because I didn't want some creeper to watch me while I sleep. When I made it to a long stairwell at the end of the massive long hallway, I gave up.

I'm just too damn tired and in so much pain, I just give up.

I'm just so sick and tired of fighting everybody; wanting to do things this way and just wanting to be heard over the loud voices of the pompous rich assholes. They can catch me for all I care. I just want to go back to sleep and wake up in my bed; having my mom come in and say 'Oh, why don't you dress like a slut and put makeup on so boys can just stare at your tits?! When I was your age, my mother had me in beauty pageants and fashion models. Maybe I should have worked harder on you.' I swear, my mom has no brain at all. I'm surprised how I turned out with living with her and my dad. God only knows I guess.

"What are you doing out of bed? You're causing my staff to worry sick." I looked to my right to see the smooth talker I hear from before. Holy shit…

It's Leonardo Dicaprio! What the hell is he doing here?!

I watched as Dicaprio knelt down next to me, brushing away stray tears that had fallen from my eyes. I didn't even know I was crying until he brushed them away with his thumb, making me quickly rub my eyes to get rid of them. His eyes traveled to my feet and I noticed a flicker of emotion in them but it was too quick for me to figure out what it was.

"Mr. Gatsby!" Someone called and my eyes widened. No way in hell, what's going on?!

"No need to fear Basil, I found her. It seems our guest has reopened her wounds." Dicaprio leaned down closer to me and before I knew it he was carrying me bridal style back towards the room I was in. I never knew he was this strong!

"Oh sir, allow me to carry the girl." The man dressed as a high class butler said but Dicaprio shook his head. I tightened my grip I had on his suit jacket he was wearing and I noticed a faint smile on Dicaprio's lips.

"No need, I have a good hold on her. Call Dr. Heartman back and tell him that is needed once more." Dicaprio said, placing me on the bed.

"Yes sir. Should I bring up something for her to eat as you requested?" The butler said.

"Yes, now, off you go." Dicaprio said and moved towards my feet, taking off his jacket then rolling up his long sleeves till they were at his elbows. I could easily see his shirt stretch at the muscles that his under that shirt and I really wanted to see more. When he started to move his hands towards them I pulled them back away from his hands.

"No." my voice, suddenly weak, croaked out. Dicaprio looked at me with a gentle smile then spoke in a soft voice.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you. I'm simply going to remove the bandages and clean them up a bit until the doctor arrives." He started to remove the bandages on my feet with the up most care, not to cause me any pain. He paused every time I hissed in pain until I quieted down. With every slow, even, steady strokes he cleaned my cuts with a damp washcloth he got from the bathroom, it seemed like he had done this before countless time. If he really is Jay Gatsby then, of course he's done this before but if not, I'm being horribly pranked.

Yet, the pain is telling me otherwise.

The butler came back just as Di…I mean, Gatsby finished with my feet. The butler, Basil I think Gatsby called him by, placed a tray of hot soup and tea next to my bedside. He filled a beautifully decorated teacup with tea and asked if I would like sugar or cream in it.

"Just cream please." My voice had a rough edge to it and the butler gave me an odd look as he handed me the cup and saucer. "Thank you sir." I said and both Gatsby and the butler seemed surprised by my response.

"You're welcome Miss." He turned to Gatsby. "I shall go downstairs and wait for the doctor. Is there anything else you need sir?"

"No, that will be all Basil. The butler bowed and left, leaving me and the supposed Jay Gatsby alone. "Now, forgive me for being forward but I would like to know who is staying with me in my house and how you ended up on shore outside." Gatsby said and I swallowed the tea hard. How am I going to explain this?

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"There you are, Miss, all done." The doctor said once he was finished matching up my feet once again. "I would advise you not to use your feet at all but use a wheelchair to get around." The doctor packed up his equipment and put them back in his bag before turning to 'Gatsby'. "I'll send over some pain medication in case she needs them. She should be able to walk around in a matter of weeks if she takes it easy, rests her feet, and doesn't use them."

"Thank you Dr. Heartman. It's always a pleasure to see you." Gatsby shook hands with the doctor and the doctor smiled at the man.

"And the pleasure is mine as well. Maybe I'll come to one of your parties if I am not overwhelmed by patients." They laughed and Gatsby escorted the doctor out, leaving me with the butler who was once again giving me a weird look.

"You certainly know how to make an impression Emma. I honestly thought you would play the innocent lost girl card on him. I didn't take you for having a back bone." The butler said with a rather creepy smile on his face as he approached me.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I asked, surprised to find my voice normal.

"I know quite a bit about you Emma. I know about you because of that necklace you wear around your neck." He said and pointed to the pendant of Saint Jude that sits around my neck.

"It belonged to my grandma. She gave it to me–"

"On her death bed, I know. I was there." He said and sat down beside me. "Saint Jude, the patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes. Kind of a perfect match for you." He said.

"Wait a minute! You said you were there on her death bed but I didn't see you there. I was the only one there. The only reason and probably stupid answer to what you just said is either you're a ghost or an-"

"An angel; which is what I am. I'm one of his angels. I've been watching you for a long time Emma." He said and patted my head.

"I'm crazy or I'm being punked. Where are the cameras?" I looked around but all I could see is an empty room and the butlers face. "You're serious?" He didn't say anything. "Okay, I have officially gone crazy."

"Not crazy just…been given or granted your wish." He said.

"My wish? What are you talking about?"

"Your wish? Don't you member?" He pulled out a tan piece of paper and unfolded it. The writing was all in black pen cursive that looked like it was written years ago. "You said and I will quote, "I want something new. I want to do something no one else has done before. I want freedom from this rich, unfulfilling life. Freedom." Unquote."

"I don't believe I ever said wish while saying those things." I told him, surprised that no one has walked in on us yet.

"Oh they won't until I'm done talking to you. I sort of paused time for a bit." He said. I shook my head and held up my hands.

"Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You're an angel of Saint Jude, sent to grant me my 'wish'?" He nodded his head. "The only thing you still haven't told me is why? Why this place."

"Sorry about that, I have a habit of going off topic a lot." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice. "The reason why I brought you here is because I'm going to give you a challenge. Do you remember what I said?" I thought for a minute before the words came flooding back to me.

So, you want to change the world?

Make a difference?

Well, ha-ha, I have a challenge for you little one.

Change this ending; I know you know how this little story ends.

Make him see what he's missing; a better life for him to have.

Put that heart to good use; turn a black heart red.

If you fail; by the time this story truly ends…

Your injuries I have saved you from will become very much real.

I will meet very shortly, little one.

Enjoy your nap…

"You said that if I don't change the ending I die." The smile was gone and was replaced with a sort of frown.

"You already did die Emma. When you fell off the boat you hit your head and drowned. I'm giving you another chance at your wish Emma. You wanted to change something that no one else has done before and this is your chance!" He said with excitement in his eyes.

"Why are you so happy about this, I'm the one who dies if I fail?!" I said to him and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not worried about that. I know for a fact that you will finish this. Your stubborn like your grandma and you have the biggest heart I've seen. I wouldn't have saved you, given you this second chance if I knew you wouldn't be able to do this." He said and I was quiet for a while before I spoke again.

"How long do I have?" I asked him.

"A few months. Then you only have until the end of summer to change the ending."

"So all I have to do is make Gatsby happy with his life?" the angel shook his head.

"You need to show him what he is missing. Push Daisy and him together, make him see the world in a different light, make him even fall for you if you want! Change the ending. That's your challenge." He said and I smiled while I looked out the window. No clouds were moving, the sun stayed in the same spot in the sky, and there was no noise at all. The world stayed still.

"If you're an angel then you must know everything about me. Do you know what happened when I was sixteen?" He nodded his head sadly. Why did that have to happen if you were watching me?"

"I wasn't allowed to intervene. We're not allowed to make choices but to simply follow orders. "

"Was giving me a second chance an order?"

"More like a request on your grandma's behalf. She was one hell of a woman when she was alive." We chuckled at my grandma. She was a tough lady who took not crap from anybody let alone her family. I was always her favorite after I started to show signs of not listening to my parents. It was a sad day when she died.

"What happens now? What do I explain to…Gatsby?" Still feels weird to say.

"Say you don't remember anything just your name; play along with that and as the year goes on start to remember things." He said and got up from where he sat. "You can call me Basil, head butler to Mr. Jay Gatsby." I giggled. "What?"

"Basil? You called yourself Basil? As in the herb? Ha-ha!" I laughed and Basil pouted.

"I thought it was a very good butler name." He said and made his way to the door. "Don't worry Emma; things will be looking up from here. Just show Gatsby that there is more to life than throwing money around." He said and time started up once again.

"Yeah, easy." I muttered and waited for Mr. Gatsby to come inside the room. Change the ending of the story huh or die? Doesn't sound like the best of choices but what else can I do? I lightly touched the back of my head and winced. I wonder if anybody misses me back home? Liam and Charlotte are probably having happy sex since I'm gone. My mom and dad would probably be happy that their daughter is no more a disgrace to the family name. I wonder of all the things I've done made any difference. It's strange. When we're gone we hope we're remembered but in truth we're forgotten. Try as we may, in the end, after countless years we're forgotten. But this is my chance.

My chance to be remembered for changing a man whose careless into a man who cares…

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So, there you have it. It's rather short but I have plans for the next upcoming chapter. Let's just hope our Emma is ready to go back a few years in time where party and booze are all the rage. Until next time! Review!