Chapter 2
Jess's eyes opened, he looked at the ceiling, he thought, "Talk about a bad dream."
Jess sat up, he put his hand on his head, and he didn't feel so good. Probably due to what happened—whatever happened.
Did it really happen, or was it all a dream?
Didn't matter, Jess felt like he was going to vomit. Maybelle ran into the room, and said, "Jess, Jess. I called you three times. It's your girlfriend!"
Maybelle handed Jess the phone with a smile.
Jess wondered what her problem was. He remembered then that Maybelle said this before.
Then it hit him; this was the day that Leslie died, March 9, 2007.
It was real, not a dream after all. Jess really did make the deal with the Darkmaster, he really was sent back in time.
Jess was surprised, he knew that he had to save Leslie's life, he couldn't live without Leslie. The pain from when Leslie had died was unbarable. The heartbreak to threatening to Jess.
Jess had to act quick, he had to save Leslie this time.
Jess said what he had said before. There was no way he was going to let Maybelle think he was acting strange. Jess didn't want anyone, especially his sister to think that Jess was an insane whacko. Imagine what would happen if Jess had to tell Leslie that he made a deal with the Darkmaster, then she would think Jess was either whacko, or that he had done the worst thing in history. Jess couldn't tell Leslie, if he did, then it would break her heart to pieces.
Jess said, "I told you. She's not my girlfriend!"
Maybelle ran out of the room.
Jess said, "Hello?" He acted the same way he did the day Leslie died, that way so Ms. Edmunds wouldn't notice that something strange had happened.
"Hi, Jess."
Jess thought, "Just act like you did before, then decline her offer."
Jess had to act; he couldn't let Ms. Edmunds think something weird was going on.
He said, "Wait, who is this?"
Ms. Edmunds replied, "It's your teacher, Ms. Edmunds. I know it's a Saturday. I was going to go to the art museum with my nephews, but my sister changed her mind at the last minute. So, I had a thought. I thought you'd like to come. Would you like to come?"
No way, Jess was not going to the art museum this time. Absolutely not, how could he? He wasn't insane. He wasn't going to leave Leslie to her death, not after the heartbreak he had felt, not after the pain Jess felt. Not after the sadness, the regret, self-blame, and anything else. Jess wouldn't let Leslie die this time.
Jess was going to save Leslie's life. Leslie's life rested in Jess's hands, he could either repeat the same mistake, and history could repeat itself. Or, he could change history; and save Leslie's life. Jess had decided to decline Ms. Edmunds offer.
Jess said, "No thanks Ms. Edmunds, I'm spending my day with Leslie, my friend who lives next door."
"Alright, I'll find someone else who wants to go, bye."
"Bye," said Jess. Ms. Edmunds hanged up her phone. Jess pushed the talk button on the one he was on, and the phone went quiet.
Jess was relieved, now he had a chance to save Leslie.
He threw the phone out of his way, not giving a damn were it landed. He took the blanket off. Got off the bed, and changed into clothes as fast as he could. For he didn't want Leslie to get to the rope first. If she did, and if Jess wasn't there to stop there, or to save her, then she would die. The thought terrified Jess. Jess didn't know what time Leslie died, or when she left her house; and went to Terabithia. So, he dressed as fast as he could.
After he was dressed, he put his socks on, then he ran out of his room, or walked, or ran to the door of his room, then opened it, and then he ran out of the room. And downstairs.
He ran as fast as he could, for Leslie's life was at risk, and in the hands of Jess. One moment late, and wham! Just like that, Leslie would be dead.
Jess ran to the front door, opened it. He really, really hoped Leslie didn't get to the rope first. Jess knew what would happen, she would die if he weren't there to stop her, or to save her. Jess was saving Leslie, not even the devil himself would stop Jess.
He opened the door, went outside, and shut it behind him. He ran to the bench, sat on it, and put his pink sneakers on. He hated those things, he wish he never had them, those goddamn good for nothing handy-downs his sister Brenda had worn.
Jess tied one sneaker, then the other; he stood up, and ran to Leslie's house.
He hoped that she was alive. He ran to Leslie's house, and ran up the steps, and then stopped, he fell to the ground, and recaught his breath.
He got up, and knocked on the door, and stood back.
Jess knew the only reason he even went back in time to the day Leslie died, and was here now was because he made the deal with the Darkmaster. The Darkmaster was evil, dark, and had powers that Jess didn't understand.
Was the Darkmaster truly made by the imaginations of Jess and Leslie? Or was he an evil being? Was it possible that the Darkmaster could even be one of the people Jess and Leslie knew? That thought would make Jess shudder, but that's not what he was thinking of right now. What Jess was thinking of right now was Leslie, his Leslie. His angel, the only one who Jess truly loved. Jess had made Maybelle the princess of Terabithia before he went back in time, but it just wasn't Leslie.
Leslie opened the door; she was wearing her normal clothes, and shoes. Jess fell back and went on the sidewalk in front of Leslie's house, either because he because he stepped to far, and fell back on the edge of the step, or due to the fact that he saw Leslie.
Leslie said, "Jess, are you ok?"
Jess looked at Leslie, his eyes went wide, Leslie had been dead, but now she was alive. Jess felt happy, he hadn't seen Leslie for a few days, but even a few days were hell to Jess. Now, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. How could he not, he felt like Leslie was dead, or an angel. She did die, but Jess made the deal with the Darkmaster, and sent him back in time.
Jess smiled, a tear went down his face, he was surprised, and glad to see Leslie. His broken heart healed, and all the pain he had was gone.
Leslie walked down the steps, and reached got down, reached her hand out to Jess, or walked over to Jess, got down, and reached her hand out to Jess. Jess reached his hand out to Leslie, and held it. Leslie wondered why Jess was acting all goofy. She noticed the night before that Jess was smiling at her. But she didn't notice the way Jess was looking at her. Jess looked at Leslie that night like the way his dad sometimes looked at his mother.
Jess felt happy, he was touching the hand of his angel, the person he loved. He was touching the hand of his queen.
Leslie helped Jess up. Leslie said with that smile she usually had on her face, that smile that was that of an angel, "Are you ok, Jess?"
Jess let Leslie's hand go, he smiled. Jess was nervous; he tried to talk, but every word he said sounded funny. He said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I uh, uh, Leslie, I uh, uh, uh, I, crap." Jess turned, and hit his head, and said, "Crap, Aarons, you are crazy."
Jess sounded nervous, of course he did. He was around Leslie, his friend, his angel, his queen, the person he loved.
Leslie laughed, Jess turned to her, and Leslie said, "Jess, stop it! You're making me laugh, are you sure you haven't gone insane?"
Jess said, "Well, at least," then he thought, "Crap, I can't tell her the truth." Jess decided he would make it more of a joke. Jess said, "Well, I was close, but seeing you Leslie makes me sane."
"Jess," Leslie said with a smile. "You've always been sane. Come on; let's go to Terabithia. Leslie turned, and ran around Jess, and to the dirt road.
A look of fright went on Jess's face, and he was terrified. Jess thought of Leslie swinging across the creek, the rope snapping, and her falling into the creek that would end her life.
Jess ran after her, he couldn't let her die, they ran through the dirt road, Jess was close to Leslie, but she was faster then Jess, a lot faster. She beat him at the race at the beginning of the school year.
She stepped foot onto the green field, and kept running, Jess was a few feet behind, but he stepped onto the green field a few feet away from Leslie, and she ran a few more feet, Jess kept running after her.
Leslie and Jess ran through the green field, Jess got close to her, then she ran into the forest, and Jess ran to her.
But she ran faster, and disappeared, she ran, and stopped, she made it close to the creek. She walked over to a branch, and walked over to the creek, and used the branch, and pulled the rope over to her, then she grabbed it with her hand, and threw the branch out of her way. Leslie stepped on a log, and swung, Jess ran into the forest, and to the creek, and stopped, he saw Leslie swinging across the creek with the rope, he yelled, "No!"
Leslie made it half way, the rope snapped, and Leslie fell into the water.
Jess gasped, and a look of being scared went on his face. He wasted no time, Jess ran over to the creek, and jumped in. He grabbed Leslie's waist, and arm, she bumped her head a few second after Jess got in the water, blood coming out of her head, Jess ignored the blood.
He turned with his arm around Leslie's waist, and his other now around her, and swam to the surface, and went above water, he went down the creek, and the waters were higher, due to all the rain from that month.
Jess struggled, he pulled Leslie above water so she wouldn't drown, Jess kept his head above water, managing to keep himself from drowning.
Jess found a small part of land which he could easily get on, he struggled that way, holding onto Leslie, and keeping her head above water, he struggled for a minute, then he finally swam that way, with Leslie's head above water, and still holding her, he swam to the small part of land, held Leslie's waist, and let go of her with one arm, and grabbed the land with his right, and struggled to get on the land, still holding onto Leslie, he crawled onto the land, struggling to hold onto Leslie, and pulled her up with his left arm the best he could, and turned around, slowly he pulled her up, and she was half way, after more struggle Jess finally got on land, turned to Leslie, his arm slipping, and he let her go, but he grabbed her right arm with his right, and her left armpit with his left hand, and pulled Leslie up onto the land, and went back, dragging Leslie unconscious onto the shore, he after a few more times and ways, finally got Leslie all the way on land.
Jess hoped Leslie was still alive; he didn't want her to die. The pain would consume Jess; the heartbreak alone with the pain would kill Jess this time. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He also wasn't going to let Leslie die. There was no way, he couldn't. Leslie had to live.
Jess looked at her forehead, it was cut open, blood was coming out, she had bumped her head on a rock, and it cut her head open.
Jess moved Leslie away from close to the end of the shore, and laid her on the ground.
Jess performed C.P.R., he did chest compressions, C.P.R again, and after rounds and rounds of C.P.R. and compressions, and then finally C.P.R., Jess breathed on Leslie's lips one last time, then moved them away, and Leslie coughed up water.
It got in Jess's face, he wiped it away with his sleeve, then Jess picked Leslie up, and ran out of the forest, and through the green field.
He had to hurry, if he didn't, then Leslie could die. Jess wasn't going to let that happen.
Jess was glad that he saved Leslie's live, but was still frightened, terrified she could die.
That was NOT going to happen.
He ran through the green field, and stepped onto the dirt road, and ran through it, and then he ran to Leslie's house, and ran up the steps, and kicked the door.
Leslie's dad, Bill Burke, opened the door, and looked at Leslie, then her forehead. Bill's eyes went wide, Leslie's head had a hole in it, and blood came out. A look of terror was on his face, not that one, the one of him being terrified.
He said, "Oh my God!"
Bill ran to a phone, and called 911, then after the call, he put the phone back on the receiver, and yelled for his wife, Judy, and told her to bring blankets, and towels to put on Leslie's head. Bill walked to the front door way, Jess handed Leslie in his arms, Bill put Leslie on the couch.
Jess walked into the house, Judy walked in the room, and Bill wrapped Leslie in the blankets, hoping she would live. Then he put the towels around her head.
He hoped his daughter would live, he couldn't bare to lose his only child, it would be unbearable.
Leslie meant as much to Bill, as she did to Jess. Jess loved Leslie the same way Bill loved Judy.
A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived, two paramedics opened the back doors of the ambulance, and took out a stretcher, they brought it into the house, Bill picked Leslie up from the couch, and handed her to the paramedics who put her on the stretcher, and secured her down, and they took her out of the house, and put the stretcher in the ambulance.
One of the paramedics took it in first, and put the paramedic up against the wall.
Then the other one put the other side of the stretcher in, and, the stretcher hit the wall, then Jess ran out of Leslie's house.
There was no way he was going to leave Leslie's side, he ran over to the ambulance, and said, "I'm going with you."
The paramedic said, "Fine, hurry up."
The paramedic got in the ambulance, he sat down on a white seat, Jess got in the ambulance, and sit in the seat across from the paramedic. Jess and the paramedic closed the ambulance doors, and the ambulance rode out of the driveway, and to the hospital.
Jess heard a voice in his head. "Good, good. She is safe. You have fulfilled that part of the deal. But remember, I still own your soul. You better keep a good eye on Leslie, you don't want to lose her again."
Jess knew that was the Darkmaster's voice. Jess wondered what would happen next.
Was there something the Darkmaster wanted? Jess hoped not, if there was, then Jess would either give it to the Darkmaster, or not.
Jess focused his thoughts on Leslie. He had saved her life, but the question is, would she live, or would she die again?
A/N: Please is this chapter good. And please, please, review. I beg for reviews. You shall review. You shall review! You shall review? –Sighs—These Jedi mind tricks only work on the weak minded.