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 lThis 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 tallied.
731 days in agony. 731 days of self-wallowing in misery and suffering.
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 bedsheets.
His mind, once filled with hope and wonder, was now homed by bitterness and despair instead. He often found himself gasping for life after escaping from the terror that haunted his dreams every day: Leslie Burke.
Oh, how he missed that name.
The same name, that once gave him a reason to live for. The same name that introduced him to a whole new world, full of wonder and happiness that filled him with the essence of life.
Now, what did it leave him with?
A living nightmare that chained him into ever chasing after the silhouette of a girl long since gone, excitedly running towards a rope hanging above a roaring swirl of water, with a Havanese dog tailing her.
He would always find a younger version of himself, a 12-year-old Jesse Aarons, running just right next to her, shouting at the top of his lung, begging her to stop. His desperate pleas would always be ignored, for her would continue to run toward her demise. He would try to reach her, to hold her back, but every single time he managed to catch up to her, his hands would just pass right through her flesh like they simply didn't exist.
She would jump onto a log, take hold of the rope, that god damned rope - and brace herself to swing over the creek. She would leap up, blissfully unaware of what to come, and unknowingly looked at the blue sky hanging over the kingdom of Terabithia one last time, with a lustrous smile on her delightful face.
Then it would be gone in a snap.
A sudden loud snap of a broken rope would be heard, then gone would be the body of the girl. She would be flipped upside down, landed head-first onto a stone, and submerged into the dim water. Young Jesse, with tears running down his chins furiously, would dive into the torrent to save her.
But it would be futile, as it would end in the same scene, over and over: her face floating above the water, her golden locks drifting around like a halo. Gazing at him with that glassy look, 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
Edit: Hey there! After a long, long (unannouced) hiatus, I've finally managed to gather myself to pick up my writing again. I decided that it would be nice to revise my old writing, to see what I was lacking, and tweak a few things. It's suffice to say that the last year has been wild. With the entrance exam for college and the whole Covid thing running rampant, I couldn't focus on writing and decided to postpone until furthur notice. And bam, a whole year was gone, without me even realizing. This is kinda an apology to all of my readers for such tardiness.
9:48 6/12/2021