Die Without You - L.P

Ferris Wheel Wishes

This is awful but I haven't updated in like 3 years so I just had to put something up. School's just a bitch. I get like 3 hours of sleep a night and my eyes are burning in my head. I'm going to try to update this weekend but the ap exam is next week so idk. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I really need to start locking my door. This was the only thing Amy could think as she watched Sara ramble on in front of her, practically bouncing on her heels.

"We have to do something to get you out of this funk," Sara declared.

Amy wanted to scream. This wasn't a funk, a phase, a passing mood. She wasn't down in the dumps or seeking attention of any sort. Nobody seemed to understand that.

"We could go shopping!" Sara squealed in delight, clapping her slim hands together. Sometimes she acted so childish that Amy had to ask herself why she was friends with a fifteen year old.

"No," Amy intoned flatly. It wasn't that she despised shopping. She just had all the clothes she'd ever need at this point. Besides, she didn't want to enter any of the boutiques downtown. She didn't want to risk breaking down sobbing in the midst of the clearance racks.

Sara let out a frustrated sigh and tugged her silky, auburn hair restlessly. Amy could almost feel the disappointment radiating from her. Sara loved shopping with a passion and would use any excuse to go.

"Ok, fine. What about... a club? Some dancing could cheer you up."

Clubs were unbearably loud and filled to the brim with sweaty, drunk people. She preferred to drink alone and slowly, drowning in sadness.

"I hate clubs."

"You hate everything," Sara muttered venomously.

"So what if I do?" she sighed. Sara looked at her with a hopelessly sad expression, clutching her hand to her heart, before slumping on the couch and resting her chin on her hands.

"What about the carnival?" she suggested tentatively.

She opened her mouth to say no, but Sara cut her off. "Today's the last day it'll be in town, and if you say no one more time, I will literally kick your ass."

Amy gave a tiny smile at the thought of her petite friend beating her up and sighed in resignation. Before she could say a word, Sara leaped to her feet, her face alight with joy.

"I knew it'd work!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

Tightly latched on to Amy's arm, she dragged the glum girl out of the apartment, gleefully anticipating the day ahead. Meanwhile, Amy felt a growing sense of dread begin to fill her. She could already tell this was going to end poorly.

As expected, the carnival was bursting with light and sound, color and life. Glowing lights were strung across the stands, brightening the place for all to see. The rides were painted every color of the rainbow, and the vibrant shades contrasted greatly with the black of the evening.

The shouts of energetic children and weary parents punctuated the air. She saw her old neighbors dashing around the fairgrounds with their unruly kids in tow. The bags under their eyes were washed out by the wide smiles on their faces, as the little ones dragged them along to the next wild ride. They were happy like she would never be again.

But she didn't have time to wallow in her self-pity. Sara was ecstatic, a bundle of alacrity and joy. She dragged Amy from ride to ride at a breakneck pace.

First, they clambered into the spinning teacups with their ornate yet chipping designs. Amy traced a finger on the pastel swirls before stepping in, settling next to Sara. Sara grasped the safety bar so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white as her skin stretched over bone like this moment stretched over time. She flashed Amy a nervous sort of grin, which she less than half-heartedly returned.