Post by Marc Ross on Jan 20, 2008 15:39:46 GMT -5
}we're left to wonder why
"Alright, two words: Fuck. You." the dark haired boy scowled at the man in front of him. What he had done to provoke such a response out of the boy was in the past now, and it didn't really matter, but Marc turned himself around and stormed away from the whole scene at the very front gates of the amusment park, where many people had been staring at him. He didn't care, though. He could have answered all thier questions with one finger, but he decided he had caused enough trouble for a while. Until he got around a lot of little kids (he liked to scare them), he wouldn't be very social to the crowds that were passing him. Marc was only here to kill time for now, as he had nothing better to do at home. But honestly, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted, so why not scrounge up enough money to come here? Marky loved the thrill of roller coasters, even though heights didn't scare him at all. It was just adrenaline. Marky was a huge adrenaline junkie, so the biggest coasters were the things that he was going for first.
He stopped off to get a coke and and drank it down quick before tossing the can carelessly on the ground. Marc almost wished he had company, but he wasn't so sure. With that situation back at the enterence, he was a little bit pissed. If he had a dime for all the times someone had told him that he needed to go in for some kind of anger managment, he surley wouldn't be living in the shitty apartment he was in now. Point was, he'd be a rich dude. But he knew he didn't really need therapy... that bad. He had his pills that usaly kept him in decent shape with his emotional problem. Being bipolar was a curse that Marc had to live with, and when someone like that guy back there got in his way, he couldn't be one hundered percent positive he would be nice-- to say in the least.
Then there were all these stupid little kids and pre-teens with thier stupid parents. Mainly, thier dads. Marc's eyes darted to the ground as a young boy amd his father walked passed him, hand in hand. Marc still had scars from that bastard he had called "dad". Seeing people with families pissed him off even more. "Shouldn't have come." he muttered aloud to no one. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black zip-up hoodie and quickened his pace so he could get to his destination faster. He wanted to ride that new rollar coaster they had just put in that was like, a zillion feet high or something. It was supposed to make you either scream, puke, or cry. Or you know, a combination of all three. Whatever came first. Marc was sure he wouldn't be one of those people because he never did any of those things on amusment park rides. Well, he had thrown up once or twice, but he probably wouldn't admit to that if you asked him. He approached the line with his hands still stuffed in his pockets and looked up to the sky. There was nothing there. Just blue, and a few clouds. Wow. His life sure was eventfull, wasn't it? Eventually, he found himself at the front of the line and strapped into one of the seats of the giant ride. As the speaker above him went over the rules he closed his eyes and waited for the jerk of the belts to start moving him up the track and on to "certain death". Marc knew he always got put in front of or beside the girl who had a blood-curdling scream, and his point proved to be right as the teen in front of him was totaly freaking out. He chuckled as the car made its way up the first hill and first drop. Soon enough, down he went, adrenaline racing through his veins and he was sure his stomache had just jumped up into his throat. Along with his heart. And his liver. And his kidneys and what ever else would fit up there. The track yanked him left and right, upside down, and dropped several more times so that he flet like one of those rag dolls with not a bone in his body. "Oh God," he heard himelf say while the ride screeched to a hault back at the station and they let him off.
His legs actually felt like jello and his head was spinning. Before he knew it, he was at the nearest trash can, vomiting up all the contense in his stomach. It was disgusting and it made his eyes water, but somehow he wanted to go again. He straightened himself and took a deep shakey breath, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Call him crazy, but he liked things like that ride that gave him a challenge. He hadn't thrown up on a rollar coaster in so long. Now, he'd have to get back on it again or as many times it took for him to hold down whatever was left. But first... he needed to sit and shake the feeling of nausea and light headedness. Then, he'd try and conquer his monster again.
}He left us all behind
