Ah yes. Just a random, dark idea that hit me. Please enjoy!~
Prologue
He stared at her.
Her. The girl who was important—oh, how important—to him. She meant everything to him! But, right now, he couldn't remember her name. He knew her face but not who she was. He was sure it'd come to him later; then he'd be pissed because it'd come to him the one moment he wasn't trying to remember it.
She was holding onto his hand.
This girl…She was standing on the surface of the black water (it was water, right?). He could see the ripples erupting from the two places her feet were at. They traveled continuously and quickly, corrupting the once-was stillness of the entire area.
A part of him suddenly hated her that she wouldn't let go.
The water was so warm down here. So inviting. He was sure, now that he was all wet, that he'd just be cold when…if he reached the surface.
She was trying with all her might to pull him up out of the liquid, but he wasn't moving. He was just floating there, giving her a blank expression (damn it, WHAT was her name?).
His white and orange t-shirt was flowing back and forth around him from the nonexistent current. His grip (What? He'd been holding onto her too? Since when?) suddenly began to falter. Now he was losing the embrace of her fingers around his own. She was screaming something, over and over again, but he couldn't hear her. Couldn't read her lips.
Now he wanted her hand back…
The tips of his fingers brushed hers, and now he was sinking as a frozen statue. Wide, crimson eyes stared up at her as he kept sinking farther and farther into the abyss.
She was trying to get beneath the surface; trying to follow (save?) him.
He was choking. He wasn't breathing in air; no, no, far from it. A thick, oozing liquid was slipping down his throat and into his lungs. The burning sensation it brought made him cringe and bring a hand to clench the fabric around his heart. He parted his lips to release a scream in agony but only more of the unbearable water (or whatever the hell it was) slunk into his body.
When he began to think that there was nothing left, that he couldn't take it anymore, everything froze. The entire pool of water he was in stopped moving, and so did he. He couldn't see the girl anymore, and it was obvious she hadn't tried too hard to get to him.
And in this frozen state, all he could feel was a pure bliss.
This bliss of not caring, of no fear! There was nothing left, only this good feeling that was blossoming inside him.
And you'd call it insanity.