I was walking in a forest, surrounded by dark coloured pine trees. There was a wide gravel path leading me to what seemed like a playhouse by a lake filled with toxic-looking, black mud instead of water.
My friends(drinking buddies) were waiting for me sitting on two or three old wooden benches, the type that looks like it can fall apart anytime. They were already tipsy, it looked like the party started long ago and I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed for being late.
What I realized though was that I left the present in a car. I don't know who's car it was, definitely not mine(I don't have one) but I turned around rather quickly and ran back to it. I forgot to say anything to my friends, I just ran.
My surroundings changed on the way back to the car, the trees moved further and fountains appeared alongside the path. Not only one or two, but hundreds of them. The ones close to the path were pretty close to each other but as I looked further into the darkness I noticed some under the trees, far from all the others. They were all different, there were small fountains, big fountains, some with sculptures and plain ones. The only thing they had in common was their glowing white colour and the fact that they were all empty, the only things I saw in them were leaves as though they'd been there for a long time which I found strange because I recalled them not being there just minutes ago.
As I was caught up in my thoughts about the fountains one of my friends appeared next to me and told me that this is the path of artists who could never become famous. Not only sculptors but painters, authors, even musicians. They all made a fountain as their final work, then placed it in this forest and now the place is like a graveyard. The fountain itself symbolized the lack of fame, the emptiness inside them caused by being unsuccessful. Most of them died soon after making the fountain, but there were some who still hoped and they lived on, their only goal being to finally walk through the gates of fame and then coming back to fill their fountains with water.
I forgot about the present and turned around once again, back to where the lake once was but this time it chanced into a field. A light green field, it looked nothing like the dark lake that was there before. I assumed I got lost but my friend guided me to the centre of the forest where a construction was taking place. The benches were there and no one noticed the change of environment.
Another one of my friends gently tapped my shoulder and I got goosebumps from her slight touch.
I turned around and she started to back away while beckoning me with the following words: "I'll show you where it happened."
I was curious so I followed her. About twenty metres from the benches was a bunker, it seemed strange how no one seemed to notice it. The door was no longer in it's place and all it took someone to get in was to go down the stairs and take a sharp turn.
The inside of the bunker couldn't be seen from where I was standing with her but it gave me a very unsettling feeling, like there was something telling me to go down there.
She turned to me with a scary smiling face and said "You know, he was killed here. Actually, he wasn't even killed, he just died because he didn't escape in time."
I was shocked but I had no clue who she was talking about so I asked her.
"Oh, you don't know? There was a punk boy, around seventeen, he had a blue mohawk and it turned out he fell in love with one of his classmates. The other guy had some problems with his head but no one realized just how fucked up his mind truly was. He asked the boy to come here with him, then left him here in this bunker. He didn't even close the doors, didn't chain the kid up, just told him to stay in there.
He was so madly in love with the other boy he felt like he would do anything for him.
At first the other boy came to see this punk every day to give him food and clothes but after a month or so he finally had enough of him. He stopped coming to the bunker once and for all.
No one knows what was going on inside the punk's head, all we know is that he stayed here, waiting for his love to return.
He started to lose weight, then died shortly after he was abandoned because of dehydration.
The real mistery is why he never left the bunker, why he acted like the way out was hard to find while all he had to do was take a turn and go up the stairs. No locks, no chains, no door. Only a few steps between him and the outside world and he decided to stay here even though he knew he would die.
His body was discovered three years ago and the police arrested the other boy after they were able to identify the clothes on the corpse."
I felt tears running down my cheeks, and that was the moment I woke up.
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