The day had been exhausting for the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir, a day full of performances against themselves yet they still ended up losing. You were the seventh member of the choir, 16 and the youngest of the group.

It had been your Sophmore year. A close friend of yours, Penny, had invited you to join. Penny was a close friend of yours you had met through being in the same class together, specifically Drama. The both of you had a lot in common so it didn't take long for the two of you to become close friends.

When you had entered the choir, you had expected a bunch of Catholic kids who were uptight, but boy were you wrong. There were five other members of the choir, and they were all so...silly.

Ocean O'Connel Rosenberg was the first who spoke to you, a slender girl with long red hair usually kept back by a headband. The most successful girl in town. She was a narcissist to say the least, but you could tell she had a small piece of heart that went out to her friends. A seemingly unwritten rule was that the choir and the choir only got to make fun of Ocean.

Next was Constance Blackwood, a pretty plus-size girl with black coily hair and olive skin. The nicest girl in town. She was just the sweetest, and was like an older sibling to you. Constance and Penny were the two who taught you how to sing mostly.

Then there was Noel Gruber, a boy slightly taller than you with slicked hair and painted nails. The most romantic boy in town. Noel was a strange man, but loved to rant to you about random gossip and rumors about other people in school. He was nice.

Ricky Potts, a boy with crutches and blonde hair that was short. The most imaginative boy in town. Ricky couldn't speak, or walk which confused you as to how or why he was in the choir in the first place. But you didn't judge, and Ricky was always nice to you anyways, so you helped him whenever you could.

Finally, there was Mischa Bachinski. He was quite the case, known as the angriest boy in town. Though he was an amazing singer, he didn't seem to do much with his talent. During practices, performances, heck pretty much anywhere, Mischa was always on his phone. Whenever you inquired about it he would always snap at you to leave him alone.

So, you did so. You had seen the kind of punch Mischa could pack and you did not want to be on the end of that fist.

Then there was yourself, Y/n L/n. The quietest girl in town. You were the youngest of the choir, and the newest member. Not many people knew who you were despite Uranium being such a small town, simply because you kept to yourself constantly. And now, currently exhausted.

The Fall Fair had come to town in the beginning of September, and after a performance Ocean had suggested that the choir go there together. No matter what somebody protested they had no choice, they'd be going to this fair.

Currently, you were with Penny and Constance at some of the games. The two girls knew well that you had a deathly fear of roller coasters, or just amusement rides in general, so they stayed with you at the games. You weren't sure why, but at a young age you remember being terrified of roller coasters, but you never figured out what happened to invoke this fear. Maybe it was best not to remember.

"Hey look Y/n!" a voice exclaimed, knocking you out of your thoughts. "You won something."

You hummed to yourself in confusion, blinking away the fuzziness in your vision. In front of you were a bunch of small balloons, most of them popped. You had been playing one of those games where you were given blow darts and tried to pop as many balloons as possible.

It seemed you had won something, as the worker behind the stand had strode to the side, pointing to something. Your gaze traveled to where he gestured, which happened to be the array of prizes you could win for playing the game.

You shyly stepped back, looking up at the prizes. After a moment of contemplating, you pointed up to one specific prize. It was a large stuffed animal, about the size of your torso. It was an animal, a pink dolphin, to be exact.

Penny, who stood beside you, smiled.

"She wants the dolphin," she said to the worker, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

The worker shrugged, standing up on a stool and unhooking the dolphin. He then stood back down, holding out the large stuffed animal. You stepped forward, grabbing the dolphin from the man while thanking him quietly.

Constance congratulated you, her and Penny then leading you away from the games. A while ago, Ocean had texted Penny that she wanted everyone to meet over by the shaved ice stand. Though for why, she did not specify.

The fair was crowded, loud and almost headache-inducing. People and children laughed with shrill screams everywhere you walked, some crying as they lost the rigged games. Others were at their mothers' sides, pulling on their arms, begging for her to let them ride the roller coasters.

You would never understand the joy people got from riding in a rickety cart and going in circles.

Just as promised, Ocean, Noel and Ricky stood by the foot carts. When the red-head noticed Constance and Penny, she waved, not spotting you shrouding yourself behind their figures. When she did, a smile broke across her face.

"Hey, you guys actually won something," she noted, nodding in approval. "Good job."

You gave a smile in reply, naturally going over to Ricky. The boy smiled down at you, to which you returned a toothy grin. As Ocean explained what they wanted to do next, you quietly showed your pink dolphin to Ricky who listened attentively.

"Wait-" Ocean's voice had raised, catching your attention. "Where's Mischa?"

A sigh slipped from your lips as you looked around, not seeing the tall Ukrainian nearby. From what you could guess, Mischa had probably picked a fight with a random worker, or maybe even just another citizen. By now, nothing would surprise you.

"Oh dear," Penny sighed, fiddling with her uniform with a concerned expression.

You and Ricky exchanged a glance, and you shrugged. With you barely speaking, you and Ricky had a sort of bond that was different from the rest of the choir. The two of you had silently made-up different gestures that only you two understood. It was like having siblings.

Noel groaned dramatically, giving Ocean a knowing look.

"He probably got lost because his face is glued to that damn phone," he replied, rolling his eyes.

Ocean scolded him for cursing, and began to speak with the rest of the choir. Meanwhile, your gaze traveled to the crowd, e/c eyes flicking from person to person. Ricky had noticed your quick glances, and leaned down with a questioning look.

After a while, in the midst of the crowd, you spotted a familiar figure. Tall, toned muscles, backwards hat, on his phone. It was Mischa, for sure. You shifted the dolphin plush into one hand, using the other to point to where Mischa stood.

Ricky nodded, leaning back up and using his crutches to approach Ocean. The red-head let out a sigh of frustration, but weakly tried to hide it from Ricky as she looked at him.

"Ricky, sweetie, what do you want?" she demanded, tone passive-aggressive.

"He's over there," you piped up, voice barely above a whisper.

The group followed your pointing, and Penny let out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Ocean rolled her eyes and began to stomp towards Mischa while muttering under her breath. Everyone else followed, but Penny stayed behind.

"Thank you," she whispered into your ear, and you smiled in reply.

By the time you and Penny had gotten to Mischa, he was already arguing with Ocean. But then again, this was completely normal. You, and the rest of the choir, were used to this by now.

You had begun to drown out the argument between the two, until something caught your attention. A small game, one no one was using. It was a fortune teller robot, one dressed in blue robes with a giant crystal ball in front of it. On the stand was a sign, bright red words reading: The Amazing Karnak.

Silently, you took a few steps forward. With your free hand, you rested it on the glass ball with a quiet breath. Unexpectedly, that seemed to activate the machine, the figure of the fortune teller jerking to life. Its once dull eyes glowed a soft yellow as jumbled speech spat from its puppet-like mouth.

"Your lucky number is 6, You will soar to great heights, your end is near..." Its voice trailed off, getting deeper like it was powering off. "Be sure to...Ride the Cyclone..."

You blinked, not noticing the argument between Ocean and Mischa had silenced. The Cyclone? Your gaze flicked along the sights of the fair, before your eyes landed on bright letters glowing. The Cyclone, it read, and behind it was multiple rails of a roller coaster.

You took multiple steps away till your back hit the side of the fortune teller machine, breath gone from your lungs. That roller coaster was so...tall, and dangerous-looking. People in carts screamed in delight as they went on the loops, the wheels screeching on the railing.

"That. Looks. Like. So much fun!" Ocean cheered, shaking Constance's shoulders, it was like the argument didn't even happen.

Mischa rolled his eyes from where he stood, getting back onto his phone. His fingers danced across the screen, eyes narrowed in concentration. Other than yourself, he seemed to be the only one who disagreed with Ocean.

So, of course you shrouded your form behind his tall-standing figure. Thankfully, Mischa didn't seem to care, even giving you a nod in greeting. Unfortunately, Ocean decided that everyone would be riding the Cyclone.

Even you, great.

Mischa seemed just as excited as you were, groaning and rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, everyone else was excited, not taking notice of you or Mischa. Though he never voiced it to you, you knew very well that he didn't enjoy rides either.

While combating with a lurching heart, you walked alongside Mischa towards the large Cyclone roller coaster. The closer you and the group got, a strange, impending sense of doom loomed over your shoulders.

You weren't sure why, but the fear of the roller coaster was muted by the strange sense you had that something bad was going to happen, everything going by in a blur. Maybe it was the short line, maybe it was the cheap tickets, or perhaps the fact that the carnie was obviously drunk.

You gently stepped into the cart behind Ricky and Penny, sitting by yourself. Ocean and Constance were in the first row, Noel and Mischa behind them. A safety bar sat on your lap, though it didn't make you feel safe.

The roller coaster started slow at first, but it slowly got faster and faster. Just like the beating in your chest, heart thudding painfully against your ribs. Your hair whipped in the wind, then relaxed as the cart began to climb up the long drop.

Your breath quickened, knuckles turning white from gripping the handle bar. But no one was paying attention, no one saw the threat of the roller coaster. I wanna get off, I wanna get off now. You thought, eyes widening as you got to the top.

Then the roller coaster dropped, and something happened. There was a loud screech from the front of the roller coaster, and suddenly...the cart went flying. It had derailed, and you were in the air.

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from your thought, terror and fear in the sound as you were forcefully thrown from the cart. The safety didn't help, and now you were falling through the air.

Your face was towards the sky, hands reaching forward to try and grab at something before your body hit the ground. Suddenly, time seemed to slow down. The dress of your uniform flowed in the wind as you plummeted to the ground. Your hair whipped around, getting in your face.

You felt like a feather, slowly gliding towards the floor. The rails of the roller coaster seemingly winded around you. Then, time returns back to its normal state, and you fell like a rock.

Suddenly, your body hit the ground. Pain shot up your entire body, hearing and feeling the cracks and pops as your bones snapped on impact. You had never been in such agony before, and you wanted to just curl up and cry till the pain went away.

For a moment, your eyes managed to open. A shade of red fell over your gaze, making your vision a scarlet-color. You couldn't move, and you could only look on. In the corner of your eye, you saw your hand. It was broken and bloody, twisted unnaturally.

Slowly but surely, your heart came to a stop. You could hear sirens, screaming, and...singing?

Then- it was all black.

I know this dream of life is never ending.

It goes around, and round, and round again.

You know the sun is rising while descending.

It goes on, and on, and never ends...