Words Under my Skin : The Amusement

As I open my eyes the noise of excitement is replaced by vision of amusement park. As I stand still on the entrance, the roller coaster runs wild on its tracks. I look around to see who else is present I find strangers all around me until I see a group of people, too unknown to be strangers. Two of them are licking orange flavoured popsicle, endorsing their peppy persona as I watch one of them smile widely when they acknowledge my presence followed by blank expressions from others. This is not new to me its always been like this, the emotionless faces that once mattered to me the most now feel like a ghost who has lost its ability to scare. But there’s one ghost face that still matters as his face flickered to an expression of recognition. I waited for a friendly smile from him but instead watched him walk away, rest of the members also walking along. I didn’t wanted to be left alone so I followed behind the peppy person who first offered me ice cream and shrugged when I refused it. We walk into a haunted house, losing sight of everyone as the darkness took over. I try to keep up with the foot steps but its too dark for me to see whether I know who I am following. Do I really know anybody here? Everyone is a stranger except maybe the peppy person. The sound of foot steps die down and my heart skips a beat. I feel the cold and crisp air trickle my presence, there’s nothing around me. Fear of abandonment takes over me while I try to stay composed and calm. It was not a good idea to follow them. While I try to convince myself all of this is part of this Haunted House Game, I hear a gun shot and a scream.Trembling though I’m not scared of darkness I stumble to the nearest wall I can find. I should have stayed home. I hear people running, with my own foot steps stomping towards a small streak that’s letting light in, my elbow hits a knob making me realize I’ve bumped into the door. Successfully opening the door I find the exit, the sound of screaming and running has died down as I make my way out of the haunted house. Heavily breathing I hear screams from the roller coaster once again. The door slams open and I see the ghost face smile with gun in one hand followed by peppy person. Wondering whether I should be surprised or scared I blurt out, “I’m sorry.” I see peppy person smile grew wider and with gun directly aimed at me I know there’s no way I’m getting out of here alive. Rest of the members assemble themselves out of the haunted house. I want to scream for help but with all the noise I’m pretty sure nobody can hear the gun shot let alone me. As I recite my last prayer under my breath everyone bursts out laughing. ” You cursed me dead doesn’t mean we are going to kill you” I hear meanest of them say, “Not unless your curse actually works.” I hear her wickedly look at me and then come pat my chin. Confused I look at ghost face, he has that same expression as before. Is it what I recognized? I look back at the mean one, her face has dropped down to softness as well. How can they forgive me? Peppy person still has his wide smile, I look back to ghost face and hear myself say,”So its all Cool?” Ghost face smiles followed by mean girl who’s now holding my hand. My mind traces all possibilities that could have made this miracle happen and then it struck me. I smiled back while squeezing mean girls hand. Everything would return back to the way it was. I open my eyes to see ghost face expression change to blank. I smile hoping I can stay here longer. Amidst of dreaming I’m met with fear of waking up to the reality of present.