Dreamer's Disease

Fisher's hideout

           I recoiled back as black goop flew all over me, touching every bit of my face; practically dousing me. I clenched my eyes shut as I backed up, trying to escape whatever was splashing onto me, willing for it to go away. It didn't. And frankly: Not being able to watch where I was going, I ended up tripping over something I couldn't see which caused me to loose my footing. I've never been thrown up on before, and now that it was happening I really wish she hadn't. 

        I remember that time I had gone to an amusement park with Piper and Fisher, I had been super excited. We got cotton candy, and popcorn, and went on all the rides in sight.
My favourite had to be the Ferris wheel, it was calm and slow, and went on high enough to show you the world from birds-eye view. I remember snuggling next to Piper as the ride slowly descended, Fisher looking over the edge of our cart as I rest my head on Piper's lap. All my worries and all my fears had faded away, replaced with reassurance and warmth. A chill breeze blowing through my ears as we slowly sailed down and up again, a soothing sound of birds and a small chatter of people passing by.
Eventually we got out of the cart, but I wanted to go back. It had been so nice in there but unfortunately Piper and Fisher wouldn't let me go back on, which kind of upset me. But even if I tried to argue, I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere, but I still couldn't help but sulk a bit as we left. As we walked away, I knew that memory would have a special place in my heart; and it still does. I sometimes wish I could go back to that. Feel that comfort. Feel the breeze and the reassurance. But all that is gone, and all that remains is a memory of what once was. I just wish I could forget what happened next. We were running out of tickets, and Piper wanted to make sure we used them all saying "I didn't just waste that money for nothing, y'know!" I supposed that was fair. We continued on and eventually found what looked to be a roller coaster, and well being afraid of roller coasters and all, I just winded past it hoping they wouldn't notice; they did, and they dragged me all the way over to it, which I still hate remembering to this day. I really didn't want to go on, mostly because I was scared I was going to fall out, or the whole ride was going to fall apart, but after enough trying to persuade me I finally gave in. They walked up to the line of the ride while I trailed slowly behind, trying my best not to think of my demise as the line slowly went down. And just giving my luck, we didn't even have to wait that long because it turned out we were one of the firsts in line. We went on the ride, along with two girls, a boy and his dad, and what looked to be a zombie and their butterfly girlfriend. We strapped ourselves in hearing the 'click' of the bar and off we went. I already started to get nervous as we slowly rose up, I was already shaking and we hadn't even gotten to the climax of the drop. I was gripping onto the restraints so hard that I could feel the sweat on my palms, I wanted to scream out "GET ME OFF THIS RIDE!" as loud as I could, but I didn't. I held back, my breath was shaky and I couldn't feel my legs all the blood had drained from them. And then, we dropped. As soon as we did my stomach did a flop, and I felt like I was about to pass out. What was worse was that it was only two people per seats, and since Piper and Fisher decided they were going to sit together, I ended up being alone with no one beside me in case I fell out. Which was probably what I was about to do with the way the roller coaster was moving. We went up and down, and we looped, and twisted and turned, and I think I almost passed out, but eventually after what felt like an eternity of a nightmare, we got off. I more fell than actually hopped out, thankfully Piper had noticed and was able to catch me before I fell as Fisher just kind of stood around and watched. And then I saw it. A brown, chunky texture on one of the seats of the rides, slowly dripping down onto the floorboards. One of the girls that had been in line with us earlier was being escorted out along with the other girl (who turned out to be her sister), she was clutching onto her stomach with a pale, unreadable expression. It turns out that the girl had vomited on the ride, and thanks to the physics the barf ended up coming back and hitting both her and her sister. Gross.