It was her own fault
Her senses were all over the place. The lights were so bright upon the Ferris wheel. She doesn’t remember sitting on the crush velvet seats. At the top it was like another world, all the lights were dancing like fairy’s in the moon light. The music were the voices of forgotten childhoods.
Darkness.
No feeling.
The drugs had taken over her body.
“Wake up, wake up”
She did not. Her body lay motionless.
The night was coming to a close. The taunting music stoped.
Her friends carried her limp, ice cold body to the woods and fled.
She was never found.
It’s was almost as if the trees had dug the girl a grave. But she would never have peace.
The friends would never remember the girl they left to rot in the dark.
