Why so gloomy? (Fruk)

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He would keep talking but not eat that small little piece. It was starting to frustrate me. "It is a really nice night, right?" I asked. He looked up to the sky and nodded. "Yeah, it is..." he spoke softly.

"How is your neck? Is it healed?" He asked. He tilted his head to look, and I placed my hand on the small bruise. "Oh yeah! I feel way better now!" I cheered. Maybe there may be another way I can get him to show his true colors. It might be risky, but it could work.

We should get on the Ferris wheel; what do you say?" I smiled. He lifted a brow at me and slowly nodded. "Is that what you want to do? We can do it," he spoke. He stood up, and I watched as he threw away his piece. Hmmm, did he keep talking to avoid eating?

"So, what's your favorite food?" I asked. I smiled at him and grabbed his hand gently. "Ah, well, I suppose I like...sandwiches?"

Question?

"You sure? You don't seem sure," I laughed. "Ah! Yeah! I like all types!" He clarified. I smiled at him and nodded. "Great, I know a great sandwich place we can go to tomorrow!" I laughed. His eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on my hand. "Maybe not tomorrow! But another day!" He laughed. He began to laugh nervously, and I observed him.

We both stood in line, and I continued to hold his hand. "I really like being around you, if I am going, to be honest," He spoke. I looked over at him, and he had a slight smile spread across his face. Damn it!

Was this a trap?

Did he know what he was doing to me?

Was this all a way to not arouse suspicion?

"I like being around you, too; I am glad you finally came around," I explained. "Well, do not be so excited; I still do not understand why you suddenly want to be my friend. However, I think I might not fight it as much as I wanted to. I think after you fainted, I really freaked out. There was a part of me that wanted to stay away from you definitely, but then a larger part of me wanted to make sure I don't screw up," He started.

He suddenly turned to look at me, and our eyes met. "I don't want to regret never getting to know you," he said. I smiled at what he said, and we began to move up on the line.

We were the following people to go next. The worker opened the door for us, and Arthur and I stepped in slowly. "I have not been on one of these in a long time," I laughed. "Me either," He spoke. We sat beside each other, and I began to pinch my fingers. I was going to make myself bleed.

The Ferris wheel began to spin, and we lifted into the air slowly. "I do want to apologize," he started. I looked at him, and he did look troubled. His face had a lot of regrets, and I was still pinching my fingers. "For what?" I asked.

I looked at him worried, and he avoided my eyes. I continued to pinch my tips, which was starting to get more painful. He had not said anything yet, and I continued to push my nail down. "For lying..."

My eyes widened, and I felt so shocked when I inched down one last time; I felt my finger get wet. He suddenly looked at me, and his eyes looked horrified and widened. "Lied about what?" I asked slowly. I looked at my finger nervously, and he promptly backed away from me when he saw.

"What happened to you?" He asked, horrified. He had backed away so far that his back was touching the edge of the cage door. He began to cover his nose, and he looked terrified. "What? It is only a little blood," I spoke. I was trying not to laugh.

"Blood...it just makes me nauseous, you know?"

"Hmmm? I don't know," I chuckled. He looked at me, horrified, and it looked like he wanted to jump out of the ride. It was starting to freak me out. I stopped laughing and looked around nervously.

He moved across from me and began to hold himself nervously for the next few minutes, and that's when I noticed the blood running down my arm. That's when the strangest feeling began to run through me.

It felt like I had fucked up.

Badly...

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Don't touch me!"

I looked around and noticed we were near the ground. If I were to jump right now, I could jump out and get a scrape. "GET OUT!" he yelled. I jumped at what he said and began wiping the blood, but it worsened. The blood spread more, and he finally looked at me.

"What the fuck..." I spoke, horrified.

His eyes had this menacing glare, and I was about to piss myself.

I stood up quickly and looked over the edge, terrified. FUCK IT! THIS GUY IS GOING TO KILL ME!

We were closer to the ground, and I began to look away when I felt him grab me. "Francis..." He began laughing. I looked at him horrified and pulled my hand away from him. However, he held my bleeding hand and looked at his hand as if choking. Blood was on his hand, and I turned away.

I squeezed myself out of the opening, and people saw me. "Apologies!" I spoke.

"Okay! Don't be a pussy!" I repeated to myself.

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to be friends?" Arthur spoke. My eyes widened, and I shook my head, closing my eyes and jumping off into the air.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"

I hit the floor, and the air was knocked out of me. My eyes widened, and I began to gasp for air, but it was hard. I could see Arthur climbing out of the Ferris wheel and hearing people scream and point at him.

I quickly stood up and ran into the wooded forest near the Carnival. I needed to get away from him before he kills me!