Kismet

The prompt was something along the lines of: there is a person by the lake, he has committed a crime, but you don't know what it is. Go...

Kismet

His reflection pale and grim, not at all like the carefree person he had once been. His eyes stare back at him empty, soulless and black. The Lake is gray and still with no sign of a breeze in the air. He leans closer and sees the black circles under his eyes. The left side of his face is bruised and swollen. He closes his eyes to escape the horrible sight in front of him, but the picture in his mind does not go away. He opens them again to see if his composure has changed; the Lake flouts him with his reflection that is ever growing death-like and turbid. His finger skims the cold, dark surface of the Lake, making the first ripple it has seen all day. The second ripple comes from the grey clouds above; it is a single raindrop. Another hits the bridge of his nose and he looks up, seeing nothing.
Subconsciously, he begins to untie his shoes, his fingers feeling like lead weights as he drags each shoe lace away from the knots. One at a time he throws his shoes far into the heinous Lake trying to release at least a modicum of anger that the Lake had sparked in him. The release was short lived when his gaze traveled back to his reflection. With his fists he hits his reflection repeatedly only to succeed in throwing more water on him than the rain was already doing. Lightning spat against the sky creating an eerie glow around his reflection. Thunder follows the lightning with a burst of sound almost as loud as the beating of his heart.
He pulled off his socks and set them on the ground. His head became tremulous, but his body stays numb, making him feel as though he had never existed at all. In order to feel something he put his right foot into the Lake. But he was not satisfied as the Lake beckoned him to come in further. He complied by putting his other foot into the starving water. Suddenly, he begins to shiver which makes him smile slightly. Without giving it another thought he moves further into the depths of the Lake. The frigid water wakes him up from his death-like trance, but when he tries to leave the Lake captures his legs with thick, unforgiving reeds. Panic immediately sets in and he reaches under the water to free himself, but his hands are quickly ensnared. He struggles aimlessly only to have his head dragged under. He opens his eyes to the darkness of the Lake. Fear takes over as his air expires. The numbness eases its way back into his body as he drifts unfeeling into oblivion…