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✩₊˚.⋆𓍊Trust me𓍊⋆⁺₊✧

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"Just trust me, okay? You'll be fine, I'll be here the whole time." Louise gave a promising smile, his tone seemingly genuine. But that didn't ease Michael's fears.

His friend group-which consisted of Louise, Mark, and Kai-had dared him to climb to the top of the abandoned Ferris wheel. And while, normally, he would simply deny...he didn't want to be made fun of again. He would have to get over his fears eventually, so why not do it with his friends? The people he trusted most.

Perhaps because it could be his demise.

Michael reluctantly began to climb along the cold bars of the Ferris wheel, his hands trembling as he tried to keep his grip tight as to not slip and fall to his death. His palms were sweating profusely, making it significantly harder to hold onto the metal.

The higher he climbed, the more he panicked. He could fall, he could slip and break something while trying to save himself. What if he fell and didn't die instantly? Michael shivered at the thought as he pushed himself up onto a small platform. He was halfway now.

He could hear his friends cheering him on from below, calling out his name and encouraging him to keep going. So he did.

Michael pulled himself up to the next ladder, letting out a startled cry as his foot slipped. His chin hit one of the rungs as he scrambled to catch himself. He stayed where he was, trying to catch his breath and calm his panic. He could taste blood now, so he knew he had bitten his tongue. He must've bitten it pretty bad because a trickle of blood slipped down his lip and chin.

Michael lowered himself back down onto the platform, then he realised that he couldn't hear his friends anymore. Were they still there? Did they see him slip? Maybe they were laughing at him. The brunet took a shaky deep breath and glanced over the edge of the metal platform, his eyes widening when he couldn't spot the others.

"L-Louise!?" He called out, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He shouldn't have climbed the stupid Ferris wheel. Why was he so desperate to prove himself? It was fucking pathetic. Michael let out a soft sob, tears slipping down his cheeks. He just wanted to go back home, not be stuck on this stupid amusement ride.

It was only after he sat back against one of the metal bars, that he realised there was something rather soft in his mouth. He hadn't eaten anything, and he certainly wasn't chewing gum. He shakily raised his hand to his mouth and spit out whatever was in his mouth.

Then he screamed.

In his hand was a small piece of the tip of his tongue, along with blood. He dropped it immediately and scrambled up, stumbling back towards the edge without a second thought. And that's when he met his room.

Everything felt like it was playing in slow motion as he fell through the cold night air. There was a wail stuck in his throat as he felt all the hair leave his lungs. Then he hit something hard, pain shooting through every part of body. He couldn't move. Michael could feel his own blood pouring out of his body at a fast pace. He finally opened his eyes, immediately wishing that he hadn't.

There was a pole that had cut clean through his torso, leaving the metal decorated with his blood and guts. And, boy, was it a sight to see. Especially when you're dying.

His mind felt cloudy after a moment. He couldn't bring himself to cry out for help.

As he slowly began to slip out, he heard laughter in the distance, followed by cheering.

They had wanted him dead.

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