Dancing in the Fountain – A fan fiction Extra Credit one-shot
I once sat down on a bench at the park, looking at the fountain that sat in front of me, large, seemingly visible by the World. I thought of what kinds of memories the waters held, what kind of souls and dreams that might be swimming at the bottom. I then thought of my dreams, and why I seemingly couldn't make them come true.
When I was young, I thought I lost everything, and then someone helped me realize I could get it back, it was a lie, but like a fool I believed it. I snatched the opportunity that snake gave me like a bell dangling in front of my eyes. Like my dreams were so close. I realized that my so-called dreams were meaningless, disgusting goals. I had people that cared, and I didn't even realize this truth until it was too late.
The waters seemed grey, and blood red as the caress of demons engulfed my thoughts, I thought of only what would hold me down, instead of thinking of the people who could have changed my attitude towards life forever. I loved so many people, and hated them all at the same time. The bite of the poisonous mark of sin embraced my neck. I felt like a demon, that couldn't save itself, much less saved by any other. I was wrong, and I was too late. I couldn't turn back.
I let out a heavy sigh as I stared into the now rippling waters of the fountain, my tears made the water dance. So much I thought I could have said, to change the minds and wandering of others, to stop myself from committing the crimes I have committed. My new mentor, teacher, demon, and darkness once told me, that once you make a decision, you can never turn back. I never knew how much he was right until the day I looked into the mourning waters of the fountain at night, in the place I once called home. The place where I once had friends, where I once had family, the place where I had fallen in love with the blue eyes I miss, and want to see again so badly.
I once sat down on a bench at the park, looking at the fountain that sat in front of me, large, seemingly visible by the World. I thought of what kinds of memories the waters held, what kind of souls and dreams that might be swimming at the bottom. I never would have realized that I was one of those memories, one of those dreams, one of those souls, until tonight.
