Ferris Wheel

--> Author's Note: I wrote this piece one day when I was feeling down. It was a warm up writing piece that i worked off of to make better and sound better. I actually didn't intended to write a piece like this, but my mood changed the story into something sad and a little creepy to be honest.

I am on this ride, here at the fair. No purpose, but to just sit. Sit and take it all in. No one knows I'm here. I grew up here, and I was only 11 when I was kidnapped at this very place.  I was 18 when I passed. What exactly happened, well to tell it was simple. I got dumped off in the woods with the clown, and he took me as far back as they went, and took my life right there in my resting place now. Not the best place to be rested for an 18 year old girl. I am afraid no one can find my killer. That would be my worst nightmare will come true.

My family used to come here every weekend with me, but now from what I've seen from where I sit here in this fairs wheel seat, they don't come often at all. I was worried as I watched over them that they too would be hurt the way I was, and have no way out. My little sisters Caitlin and Bethany, and brother Nate, have a lot of fun at the fair, just like me until that clown took me away. He was just making me a balloon, or at least that's all I thought he would do. My mother turned around to only to find my brother at her side. He was asking to go on a ride, pulling her away towards trouble. As she turned so did the clown, but not alone. He took me with. My mother didn't see me leaving, but I saw her and had no chance of being saved. He told me to be silent or something bad would happen to me, so I did at told. I was quiet. He had something sharp on me. I could feel it poking through my shirt. I knew my next move was to where ever he was taking me. I thought that I had a strong will. Strong enough to get away from him, but that was in no way possible.

I watch out for my brother and sisters every chance I get, hoping that if a time comes that I can help them if needed. I may not be always able to, but that doesn't mean I won't try. My parents that day took my brother and sisters to the fair, then they go to church, and lastly they go the police. They wanted to see if I would come back that night. All of them hoped for my arrival that night but how much longer, and would I ever come back? No one would ever know what happened to me. They still see the police every day to see if they found anything on my case. It saddens them to hear that nothing has changed. Sometimes, but not often enough, they have more information.

Much time passes, and my parents start to see the police less and less. My brother and sisters grow up and get families of their own. I had hoped to have that also. I have a hard time being happy for them mostly because mine was ruined for me. After time that isn't a bother to me as much as it is a very nice site to see. Sometimes I look back and wish that that was me. I would have never gone there, to the fair that day if I could go back and change everything, but I had no control over what happened. One day my family will find the real killer, and find out the whole truth about my murder, but as of now they go on with life as is.

Time feels as if it is standing still as I sit here on this fairs wheel and watch over every one here. Observing people's life, and how it may have been to live a fulfilled life with more experiences and time for family. It is now my time to go on. No more sitting in this seat. No purpose to be near these strange people I don’t know and never will. Goodbye to sadness and goodbye to what could have been.