Dabbling In Sweetness

Chapter 21

We all meet up at the Ferris wheel line. Link had to change but now sat dried as a raisin, a bit burnet, with Gina next to him eating a popsicle. Abacus had his arms around me and his head on top of mine. Matt sat next to Link as they shared a funnel cake. Then there was Grayson and Sienna who were in the front of the line. The doors open and we all take our turn to sit on it. Abacus and I are directly under Grayson and Sienna but I pay them no attention. Instead, when the chair stops on the top, I look out into the beautiful night sky. The stars were shining brightly. I felt like they could have been blessing our new relationship.

"It's so beautiful here," I tell Abacus.

He looks at me with strong eyes and says, "I think you're more beautiful."

"That's the cheesiest line you could have said to her," Grayson says from the top.

"Leave them alone, Grayson," Sienna says.

"Ignore them," Abacus tells me. I nod my head. Of course, my plan was to ignore them. Nothing could ruin this moment for me. Being on top next to Abacus felt so surreal, I never wanted it to end.

"You know," I start, "I never thought there would be a day you and I would be like this."

"I never did either. I always thought you were this sweet and super smart girl. It always intimidated me."

"Me? You're the over all-"

"Golden boy. I know, but I wanted to be more. Besides, I'm not that good of a person, Amelia."

I rest my hand on his arm and guide his face to look at me with my other hand. "You are a good person, Abacus."

The kiss isn't rough but sweet. Abacus' kiss starts off slow, but I can take in the softness of his lips. His lips tasted of the vanilla milkshake he had with me, and it made the kiss so much sweeter. I felt like I could melt into his arms because everything felt so perfect. He deepens the kiss a bit so that I am pushed back to the steel chair and it swings a little bit, making my stomach churn but I didn't mind it. Shoot, if a meteoroid struck, I didn't think I'd notice. Our lips move in sync with each other.

"Whooo-" the people in the other chairs cheer as they clap. By other people, I meant my group of friends who couldn't let this opportunity pass up. He pulls away catching his breath and I can see the tint of pink on his cheeks as I hide behind my hands, feeling embarrassed. The wheel starts moving again and we make it to the bottom. Abacus and I are still flushed by the entertainment we unwillingly provided my friends as they come out, cheering and shaking us.

"I'll go get us some water," he tells me.

"I'll go with you," I tell him and slip my hand into his.

"Alright," he says.

"Where are you crazy kids off to?" Gina asks.

"Water," I tell her.

"Cool, I'll go."

So off we set to find some water. We pass by a stance with a creepy clown attendant who looks at me, and only me. I walk closer to Abacus and Gina, but the clown smiles and waves a finger at me wanting me to join the game. It was standing in front of a balloon game where you threw the darts and popped them. I've never been afraid of clowns but this one gave me the creeps. Maybe it was the way it was staring at me and waving at me with one finger, but it made me shiver. Yet, I stop in my tracks making them stop as well. There was something familiar about that clown. It notices and waves at me, pointing at the prizes, and directly points at the center of one of the balloons, to a pink one.

"Amelia?" Abacus says.

I push them away, "you guys go. I'm going to play this game real quick."

"What game?" Gina asks. As if possessed, I point at the one right in front of us. As if he was the pied piper, I fall into step without another word towards them and head there. I reach the game and turn to look at them. I wave them away and turn to the attendant.

"Do you know me?" I ask them.

He shakes his head and points at the letter I had noticed from afar. Hit the pink balloon, there's sure to be a prize waiting. That wasn't the only thing I noticed, I could see behind the tint of the pink balloon there was something underneath it. It looked like a newspaper article. The reason I was drawn to it, was because I needed to know what lay behind it. The clown gives me 3 darts and lays 5 down in front of me. It steps away and lets me aim at the balloons.

"What if I refuse to hit the pink one?"

It shrugs because it knows. I wouldn't have come if I didn't plan to know what was there. I look at the autumn leaves falling and know why it had called me. However, this time it was different. Normally I would wake up to a sealed envelope designed for me or open my locker to the newspaper article. My inevitable reminder of that dark rainy day.

Making haste before anyone came, I grabbed one dart and aimed it at the pink one. It misses but hits another silver one. The small explosion makes me jump a little and the clown smiles. In frustration, I quickly grab them all and begin to throw them. The balloons pop one by one until the pink one finally deflates. Under it, was the newspaper I never wanted to see.

A car crash with one lone survivor of the highway. I started climbing through the stall, wanting to reach it. The clown didn't stop me, in fact, it had disappeared. I paid no attention but grabbed the old newspaper and held it in my hand. Around it was what felt like blood in the corners. Smudging my hands with it, I crumpled the paper in my hands, because if it didn't exist, it wasn't real. The thing is, it burned in my hands and I had no pockets to put it in. My breath quickens as I look around, trying to find something or somewhere to go. My walls felt like they were caving in, and I was bound to die at any moment. No one could see this newspaper, because it held my crime.

I felt dizzy but there was no time to let my guards down. There were people around me and I needed to flee. So just like I did that day, through the blurs of figures, I ran because my life depended on it. I could see my friends looking for me when all of a sudden I was pushed into the fun house. I could see myself in the mirrors, how disheveled I looked but as I kept walking for the exit, I entered a dark room. At this point, I'm breathing hard, my hypertension is going off as I feel around me for a door.

There was no door. I was trapped. The bulb flickers and I see the walls start oozing red before it turns off again. I scream but no one comes. Just like that night, no one can hear me. I know it's not blood but it felt so real, taking me back to that night I had always tried to bury haunts me. I fall to my knees and can feel the paper in my hand slip but there's more. The light bulb flickers again and I can see them all sprayed. I can see the note on top of them all.

Daddy killer!

"No-" I yell, "That's not true." I began to cry. However, It was true. I killed my dad.

"Amelia," I can hear a voice among my beating hard and wails of cries, coming from outside. "It's Grayson," he tells me.

"Grayson-" I yell through the doors, "Can you hear me? It's dark in here, I can't- breathe-" I hyperventilate.

"Focus on my voice," he tells me. He sounds sure but I can't. Not only was the room dark but I was feeling extremely dizzy. Whether it was my imagination or real, I could feel the walls coming closer and I was bound to collapse at any moment.

I lay down on the floor, listening to the voices outside. "She's afraid of the dark," Grayson tells someone. "We have to get her out."

"Please-" my voice barely a whisper as I bang on the door, yielding it to open.

The voice is here again, "Amelia," it mimics the sound of my father. "You should have died that day with me."

"I'm sorry-" I say, too weak to speak.

The wall broke but it was too late. I was already out like a light bulb.

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