"What was I thinking? Why did I even agree to do this?" Those are my most coherent thoughts as the roller coaster creeps slowly to the top. All of my other thoughts have sunk to the pit of my stomach. I can't even form a scream. I just know that I will not survive this ride.
When I walked into the amusement park, I was confident that I would not ride any roller coasters. I would not be talked into it. And then, we stand, my feet securely on the ground, looking at the ride and somehow, someway I get talked into joining the group.
So now, I'm clinging to the bar, knowing that my body will soon be hurtling to the bottom of the hill. Time is in freeze frame. It's pure torment as the roller coaster moves ever so slowly to the peak. I will soon die.
I watch the top cars disappear over the crest. I know that my car will soon be sucked into that great abyss along with those. I have ceased to function. There is no greater terror.
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