-Sigmund Rewinds Time Part 2-

Sigmund snuck me out of school through a nearby exit. He grabbed my hand and lead me to a dark alley. I looked up at him. He looked back at me.

"See that?,"he asked me, pointing to an opened sewage hole. I nodded.

"Yeah? So what?"

"Jump in it."

"What? No."

"Do it."

"I said n-" He pushed me down into it. I fell in head first. I closed my eyes tightly as I fell. I didn't even scream, only a gasp escaped my mouth. Oddly, I didn't hit anything, I just kept falling. I opened my eyes to see that I was in the air still, but not underground or down in a hole. I was actually in the gloomy morning sky, falling. This doesn't make any sence...

"Sigmund?,"I called. I managed to flip myself over. Now my back faced the world under me and my head looked up. I held my hands close to me as I decended. Above me, Sigmund fell gracefully, with his eyes closed. He opened them only when he heard me call him.

"Yes, mein gefallener engel?"

"WHAT'S GOING ON?" He laughed.

"I'm showing you how you came to be,"he told me. He grabbed one of my hands and held it close to his chest. "Your my fallen angel." I blushed and quickly looked down at the world, which didn't seem to be getting any closer. I looked back up at Sigmund.

"Are we ever gonna hit the ground?,"I asked him. He shook his head.

"I would never hurt you like that,"he told me,"If you died, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I would have to die as well." My eyes grew as he pulled me close to him."Your everything to me. Everything." I couldn't hide behind my hair, since it was flying above me. I stared at him.

"Y-you would die if I died?" He nodded.

"Of course, for I love no other but you. I would have no purpose in this world without you." By now, I know my face was probably burnt red. Sigmund materialized away. When I looked down, I was sitting in a field of black roses. I noticed none of them had thorns grown onto their stems. I sorta blended in since I was wearing my black birthday dress. My skin was washed out though, I looked even more pale then usual. I stood up, dusting off my dress and pulling my socks back over my knees.

"Sigmund?"

"Darling?" I turned around and Sigmund stood infront of me with a boquet of flowers. They weren't the black roses though, they were regular red ones. He handed them to me. The blood red roses washed me out even more. I smiled at them though.

"Thank you,"I blushed. He sat down.

"See this place?" I nodded. He continued. "I come here to think or practice for my show. Only I am allowed in here, no one else has ever been able to enter. But now that's all changed, hasn't it?" I nodded again.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Your the first to ever see this place. I don't trust my fans. They would just ruin it or trample me with questions." He turned to me."Have you ever been to one of my shows?" I shook my head.

"No, I haven't,"I replied,"I heard they're great though." He stood up and bowed.

"Well then, I will perform for you!,"he announced as though here was a crowd of people around him. I smiled as I watched his stage character unfold infront of me. It wasn't anything like him, it was far more content. He performed trick after trick, all flawlessly. After each, he would smile down at my applause. After all the tricks were performed, I tossed him a rose, which he caught.

"That was cool!,"I giggled,"I liked the dragon part the best!"

"Yes, most do,"he replied. He took a seat next to me in the grass. I smiled at him.

"See how nice the day is when you aren't trying to kill me?,"I joked. He shot a serious face at me.

"I've never tried to kill you,"he growled at me, which caught me off guard. I moved away from him slightly. He bit his wrist. "My apologies."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have joked like that. I'm sorry too." We smiled at each other. I held the flowers close to me. "Don't you wish we could always hang out like this?" He nodded.

"Yes, always. I haven't been this happy in a long time." I giggled and shoved him.

"Stop flirting with me!,"I laughed,"I can only take so much!" He looked down at his arm, where I shoved him, and touched it gently. I don't think he really understood that I was playing around with him. "I'm joking around, Sigmund. That's what friends do!"

"W-we're friends?,"he asked. I looked up at him. His face was red, something I've never seen from him. I nodded slightly.

"I would like to be your friend,"I replied,"Remeber when you made that whole dinner for me when we were smaller? I loved that. I just wished we could always hang around like that. You know?" He nodded.

"Yes, I understand. I would like to be friends with you as well." I smiled at him.

"Okay then! We're now officially friends!,"I giggled. He frowned.

"Your the only one I have,"he mumbled,"So I thank you." I gasped.

"I'm your only friend? But your so rich and famous! How could you not have friends?" He sighed.

"My ego...I suppose,"he replied.

"Oh,"I mumbled. I moved closer to him and took his hand in mine."I guess I'm just used to it. Don't worry, I'll be a good friend to you. But you've gotta promise, no more flirting and no more funny buisness!" He laughed.

"I promise, mien engel."

"HEY! YOU DID IT AGAIN!" His laughter made me laugh. The little world of dancing black roses finally had noise to overtake it's beauty. Sigmund finally had a friend, and that just made the place more enjoyable to me.