Faith

It begins

The memories; the dark, cold memories of that vacation haunt me. And they will for the rest of my life. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves. The second day of vacation, I felt as if a shadow was watching me. Unconscious and not caring, I decided to brush the feeling off. Later that day, we decided to go to a carnival down the road. It was new this year, and we thought it'd be worth a shot. So, we put on some sneakers, grabbed our wallets, and off we went.

The carnival wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. There was many carnival games, but many had the same old theme that we had at the carnivals in Connecticut. I was looking for something new, something more exciting... Then I saw it, the ride of a lifetime. It looked to stand 500 feet tall at my point of view. The ride had a steep incline, then a 90 degree drop. There was loops and turns and zig zags. I had to go on it. But that feeling that someone was watching me came over my mind again. I brushed it off, disregarding the danger I was getting myself into.

"Mom! Mom!" I shouted with excitement.

"Keep your voice down! no need to shout!" Mother sneered at me.

"Mom! Can I ride that ride! Pretty pretty PRETTY please?" I replied, eager to go.

"Oh, alright. Don't take too long." replied mother.

"Oh I promise! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

So off I went, to "The Bomber", as it was called. The coaster held six people at a time, and thank god the line was pretty short. After a ride, I was up. I gave the man my tickets and I sat in the front row. Behind me sat an older gentleman with gray roots, a young girl about my age with bright blue eyes and brown flowing hair, just like mine. Except my eyes were brown. Behind her was a boy of about fifteen that seemed to be her brother, with the same hair and eyes. The man running to coaster looked around, cleared us, and off we went. It started off slow, then gradually increased in speed. The incline took what seemed like forever. Then, when we reached the top, I could see our lake house. Before I could look at anything else, down we went. Down, down, down, down to the ground at high speed. The coaster jerked up then down, and by then I was covered in vomit by the man behind me. Great. Just my luck. Nevertheless, we went on. Even though I was disgusted, I still thought the ride was amazing.

When the ride ended, the old man stepped out, and fainted. I was the only one to notice. And when other people noticed, they just walked away. They didn't care. "How rude!" I shouted. I pulled out my phone and dialed the police immediately after. I didn't know what else to do. When the ambulance came and picked up the old man, a paramedic told me that because i saved this man's life, I'd live a long happy life. But soon to find out, that wouldn't happen.

When I caught up with my mother, she looked at me like I had three eyes.

"What happened to you? Ugh, don't answer that. Just..." she trailed off mid sentence.

"Charles!" she called to my father, "Charles, look at your daughter! Ugh, will u run to the gift shop and purchase a sweater and pants for her please? I will not be walking around with her like this!"

"Yes, Diana" replied my father.

My father was the kind of person to do what he was told without being asked. My mother was the exact opposite. My mother was 'pushy', in a sense. She aimed for perfection in everything she did. I guess it worked out for her in the end, being a surgeon after all. Eight years of schooling and three of training.

My father returned with clothes in his hand. I took them and headed towards the bathroom. As I walked in, I heard footsteps behind me. "Nice try, Jarrod" I said, thinking my brother was here trying to scare me. As I turned around, nobody was there. Confused, I continued into the bathroom. As I got dressed, I heard more people coming in. I walked out, searching for my mother. I found her near the entrance.

"Come on! Let's go, what took you so long?"

"Ok, jeez" I muttered.

My mother and I walked down the sidewalk. "Where's dad and Jarrod?"

"They took off to a store. they'll meet us at the lake house." replied mother.

It was getting dark, probably around nine thirty, when we got back. I headed to the beach for one last look at the moon before going to bed. I saw the silhouette of my father approaching me. "Hey dad" I said. there was no reply. As he approached, I repeated myself. Again, no reply. Just then, just as it was too late, I saw that the man wasn't my father. I stood up to run, but before my feet moved, he had ahold of me and I screamed, but I choked on my own words. He picked me up and carried me to a van. I struggled out of his hands, but it was no use. I was thrown in the back with a bunch of tools. The engine started, and where we were going, I didn't know. Around a sharp turn, I bashed my head, and knocked unconscious.