A Ghost Scar

By: Darth Sakura

It is more like a vague memory. It might have been a dream for it is too blurred to remember any real detail. Somewhat surreal to actually have happened but there are moments that are so clear and true that makes me wonder if it did happen.

It all started in a family trip to an attraction park from what I can remember,

Because I was more or less six, there were not many things I wanted to get on. But there was one that whispered danger in every shiny light the sun reflected on its metal exterior.

It was a slide, a big slide.

I was momentarily in shock by the enormous slide of that thing. My mom took that exactly moment of shock to drag me at the top so I would slide with her. She thought that I was only nervous because it was too big, and a little afraid of going on my own.

She was totally wrong.

When I came back to the world, I started struggling, trying to break free and run away, but my mom promised me that nothing would happen, so I calmed down a little bit. I was not conformed in the least, looking down was even worst, and I knew that the icy silver was mocking me with its silent spark.

My mom put me in placed and she sat right behind me, and my heart stopped.

Remembering my dread of not wanting to slide, I fought with all I could to stop it, but it did not let me. No matter how hard I tried to end it, closed my eyes and wished it to stop it never did. After I felt no movement, I could only feel the echoes of my hurt furiously beating. It was a scream that made me open my eyes and notice that the slide had a new color, a crimson color.

It was my blood.

It seems to me that I used my legs to stop sliding in that horrible thing that now laughed as hard as ever. I could not scream nor cry. I could just see the long cuts that hotly burned and the blood coming out of my body.

Everything after that is a mist of white and gray.

Like I said, it could be a dream or maybe it did happen. There are no scars and no recollection from anybody in my family that tells me that it happened. Nothing other than that dream can confirm me what horrible experience I seem to have.

Yet, now that I am walking through a park and see that horrific... thing, my heart constricts. I remember again that bizarre and dreamlike memory, and turn my head away.