Hey there. This is supposed to be my first fanfic, but there was another one I wrote about 3 years ago. It sucked, so I deleted it almost immediately .-.

Forget about it. Basically this is the first story that I've truly put effort into, so please be gentle with me :

This is what I've come up with in order to put my heart to rest after watching the movie Bridge to Terabithia (2007). It was fine; the quality wasn't something I'd expect but the ending stole my heart. I almost cried, but what was left of my brain at that time told me no. I fell into emo mode for 2 weeks afterwards.
Anyways, read and review please. Thank you for your time.

Disclaimer: Bridge to Terabithia and Percy Jackson series belong to Katherine Paterson and Rick Riordan respectfully. This story is non-profit and I am not affiliated with any person, company, organization who own those two novels and the characters.

I fell for your magic

J.

731 days. He counted.

731 days in agony. 731 days of self-wallowing in misery and torment.

Nightmares were no longer strangers, now that they had seemingly become perpetual companions. His bed always reeked of sweats and tears; so often that he gave up changing his bed sheets.

His mind, once filled with life and hope, now filled with bitterness and despair instead. He often found himself awoke in the middle of the night after living through the same terror that haunted him almost daily: Leslie Burke, being the same old innocent and playful girl, was running in excitement towards the rope hang above the creek, P.T following closely by her side.

Running just right next to her, a 12-year-old Jesse Aarons was shouting at the top of his lungs, begging her to stop. She would just ignore his pleas and continue to run on the same track. He tried to hold her back, but every time he reached forward, his hands would pass right over her flesh; it was like he didn't exist. Jumping onto the log, she took hold of the rope-that damned rope- and prepared to swing over the creek. She leapt up, not knowing what was coming, and unknowingly looked at the sky one last time with a bright smile plastered on her beautiful face.

Even knowing what was going to happen, Jesse was forced to witness the scene over and over. The rope was supposed to do its job, carrying her over the raging water in the creek. As she made it past the middle of the creek, it snapped. Following the inertial force, Leslie's body was turned over in a back flip. In the blink of an eye, she landed head-first, her head collided with a stone, her body submerged into the dim water. Tears running down furiously, Jesse dove into the torrent to save her.

It would be futile, after all it would be the same ending again and again: her face floating on the water, her golden locks flowing animatedly; with a glassy look in those eyes, she would croak:

Why didn't you come, Jess?

Then his scream would carve into the empty silence of the night, as always.

So, what do you think? Again, thank you for spending your time reading my work. Can't really deny that I'm inspired by IhateSnakes. He/She is a really nice person, always replies with a kind respond. Next chapter would be longer, I promise. This is like a premiere.

13:50 3/3/2020