Seven - Jordan

Seven - Jordan

I thought I’d die because of this ride. I almost did. The Might Surge! It was a new ride, so everyone wants to go. A bunch of my friends wanted to go to Wonder World, and I would not be the only one to say no. The high-point of the night; The Surge. No one else wanted to go, so they dared me to. And I got into line, terrified. I hate roller coasters. The heights, screaming, creaking; everything. As I stand in line, a guy my age smiles in my direction and asks if I’m excited.

“That’s funny. My friends aren’t exactly the hyping up type.” I laugh, looking at him and fiddling with my hands.

“Oh, so those are your friends. Waving and laughing?” He smirks. Ashamed, I bow my head, sighing. “If it makes you feel any better, my friends aren’t here either. Not only am I a third wheel, but I’ve broken up the happy couple a few times since I don't want to sit alone on certain rides. But they’re my best friends.” I like his voice. It’s soft and welcoming. That’s when we talk more. His name…I don’t remember his name. It was a great name.

He sits with me and takes my hand. This was something that thrilled me. He understood my fear and will comfort me. Of course, he made it clear he loves the coasters and the thrill. He made me smile a lot. Maybe there was some sort of issue with the ride or maybe we were just unlucky; but the Surge fell that day.

Surge crashing was the main reason Wonder World went out of business and left abandoned. I could've died when it happened, put out of my misery, but why stop there? In the ruins, my body lies beneath heavy pieces of metal. My chest hurt like hell. That’s obvious to me now why it did. A letter was lodged in my stomach. I only remember the screams from the people running away.

I woke up in the hospital; the monitor beeping. No one else was in the room. A woman in a scrub walks into the room and smiles toward me. I cough and she sits on the bed up more. She takes my temperature and checks the IV in my arm. She is humming as she makes her way around the room. A doctor walks in, placing a gentle kiss on the nurse's cheek. When the nurse walks out, the doctor leans against the small sink and breathes out.

“Well,” he begins. “You’ll make it out of there. However, the damage by the many poles and planks, and the other metals that were surgically removed, successfully, might add, forcing us to remove your uterus and a few bones. So, as it is unfortunate to say, you cannot give birth to children.” He slightly bows his head. I didn’t really want kids. Being alone, there’s no reason to have them.

“Okay. Can I go home?” I ask. He softly laughs and walks over.

“We still have some tests to do to ensure you can go home. You also don’t have anyone at home to take care of you. So we’ll help the recovery process and allow you to go home as soon as we can.” His voice is comforting, and he sighs again. Without a second more, he hands me a paper. Someone paid for the hospital bills. I don’t know him but I thank him daily. Today I’d still be paying off that debt.

It took four months to walk again. The doctor, I learned his name was Terrance Vasqe, stood by my side every step of the way. His finance. Abigail Forès, went through something similar to my case. She got into a terrible car wreck where she had to have her uterus removed as well. They plan on adopting a kid, but she knows how I felt. Deep down, it hurt me. I had to learn how to write again. Abigail would tell me stories as I wrote. Terrance played music while we trained on my legs.

After a whole year, I get home. I had a lot of stuff to pay off and a house to clean, but Abigail and Terrance were there for me. The two helped me pay my rent and helped with cleaning the apartment. They were good people. I don’t talk to them anymore since they have a daughter. Exploring the ruins of Wonder World is a new hobby I’ve picked up since losing those friends.

Packing my bag and throwing on a hoodie, his voice rings into my ears. The man from that night. He went missing. People saw him getting onto the ride, but no one saw him after. I don’t remember his face. Maybe that’s the worst part. In a few years, I want to open a small business. A therapy business. Those who need to talk but don’t want to go to professionals. That’s all I want. As I get out of the car and step into the ruins of Wonder World, I’m stopped.