I'd like to poison your mind
Insects buzz through the cool evening’s air and the leaves from the willow tree rustle in a soft breeze. The only thing that disturbs the silence is a high-pitched, girl's voice singing. Her hair disheveled, leaves and branches and even an odd dead flower tangled in her hair and the edge of her gown is already caked in mud. She doesn't seem to notice.
"For to see mad Tom of Bedlam," Ophelia sings, "Ten thousand years I'll travel." Her gown catches on a branch and rips, leaving a bit of fabric behind. "Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes from gravel."
She draws closer to the water but doesn't stop at the edge. She lost a shoe somewhere along the way. It's so pretty out here. Would it be that bad to go into the water? No. It couldn't be. Her toes dip into the river and her feet sink into the mud. Her gown quickly becomes heavy with the water it soaks up.
The world shifts. It shifts and goes wrong, all wrong. Even Ophelia knows it. She loses her balance and falls into the water. For a moment everything is dark. Even darker then the long, cold nights in the winter. She can't breathe and it scares her. She can't feel anything. It only lasts for a second, maybe two and she breaks the surface again with a loud gasp.
She's in the shallows, but the ground below her feels wrong.
Wait. Scratch that. Everything feels wrong. It smells different and it looks different.
"He's dead and gone lady, dead and gone."
She should really, probably, make an effort to get out of the water. People probably wouldn't take too kindly to a teenager looking like she came running from the Renaissance Fair sitting in the Buckingham Fountain.
She really should, so she stays put. What a strange world. Heaven or hell?
"For to see mad Tom of Bedlam," Ophelia sings, "Ten thousand years I'll travel." Her gown catches on a branch and rips, leaving a bit of fabric behind. "Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes from gravel."
She draws closer to the water but doesn't stop at the edge. She lost a shoe somewhere along the way. It's so pretty out here. Would it be that bad to go into the water? No. It couldn't be. Her toes dip into the river and her feet sink into the mud. Her gown quickly becomes heavy with the water it soaks up.
The world shifts. It shifts and goes wrong, all wrong. Even Ophelia knows it. She loses her balance and falls into the water. For a moment everything is dark. Even darker then the long, cold nights in the winter. She can't breathe and it scares her. She can't feel anything. It only lasts for a second, maybe two and she breaks the surface again with a loud gasp.
She's in the shallows, but the ground below her feels wrong.
Wait. Scratch that. Everything feels wrong. It smells different and it looks different.
"He's dead and gone lady, dead and gone."
She should really, probably, make an effort to get out of the water. People probably wouldn't take too kindly to a teenager looking like she came running from the Renaissance Fair sitting in the Buckingham Fountain.
She really should, so she stays put. What a strange world. Heaven or hell?