Once I set my eyes on this place. I fell in love. All the bright colours almost blinding me. This is a time I will remember to be my first and last trip before I perish into darkness. The taste of excitement lingers in my mouth. Anxiety kicking in, the ride seems almost fun but terrifying.
Never getting out of the grey and old place since I was 5 years of age. The hardness of the hospital bed is no longer attached to me, or the stale smell running through my nose. The excitement is finally with me, just like my angel. I find myself in front of a carousel. I wish my childhood had been attached to this carousel, it would be more fun, wouldn't it?
My hair flying like crazy, my eyes watering; my mouth opens, trying to catch my breath and scream. my stomach swarmed with butterflies, they seem almost aggressive. I don't mind. The butterflies soon turn into sickness. I spent the whole day at this special place. The Theme Park. This was my last wish before I go.
After 10 years of staying at the hospital night and day. I am out. the different smells that surround me, make me almost sick; confused and happy. I never felt this way before.
The air becomes cold, my warm hands almost instantly turn into more cold flesh on my body. The day passed quicker than snow melting in the sun. Time to say goodbye. My first and last time.
