Oblivion's soul pit

He could feel his knees trembling. His eyes looked up toward the bright blue sky, witnessing the ride flash by what must have been at least twenty stories above his head. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Scared?" His friend asked. He gazed into his eyes for a moment. The smirk he came his saw was retorted with a roll of his eyes. "I don't like heights" He replied, trying not to notice the sheer height the ride just before its sudden drop.

Suddenly, just like that, a half an hour que had become a five minute one. Time flew fast as he found himself trying to control his breath. "Pussy" He friend had said a few times when noticing his fear. His friend was somehow fearless, as if it was normal to fling yourself at 60 miles per hour high in the sky.

He took his seat, shaking as he did so. The ride attendant looked at him for a moment. He blushed and looked away, taking deep breaths and managing to forcefully stop his knees from shaking. This was it. He looked towards his friend, whom mealy responded with a smile and some words of encouragement. "Don't worry mate, if we crash it'll be a quick one" He laughed to himself after that remark.

Up. Up. Up. The ride creaked itself up and up. slowly. His hands grasped the restrains as firmly as he could. He could even feel the friction begin to burn his hands. The ride was about to drop very steeply below ground. An almost vertical drop into the ground. He tried to not think about it. It was about to drop, when the ride stopped. "Ahhhhh" he screamed to himself to which his friend evilly responded to by laughing almost satanically at his peril. Then, before he could respond, the ride dropped.

"Where am I" came a voice... from somewhere. From himself? Looking around, he was still at the bottom of the hole, but below the roller-coaster tracks. He felt...nothing. Neither cold nor hot. He tried to lift his hands up, but to no avail. It was like they were invisible. He looked down and saw the gravel that lay on the ground. No feet, no legs, no nothing that was from his body.

He tried to move and was successful. Although, it was only his vision that was moving. He headed straight towards the exit. There was a climb up but, without legs or a body to haul up, it was effortless. He felt as if he floated up out of the hole.

He waited at the exit, where he saw his friend leave the ride. He was smiling, laughing even. He tried to scream out for him but to no avail. He wanted to scream 'Hey bastard! I'm here! What is happening?' He noticed then that his friend was laughing and smiling in the direction of... himself. He moved closer to try and get noticed. But to no avail.

"I told you you'd enjoy it mate" He friend said to.. himself, no, an imposter impersonating him. "It was sick mate! Mad sick bro" The imposter replied. As if he spoke like that. "Oi yea let's do the smiler next!" "Two things mate, firstly you've been watching too much top boy." His friend said in a scornful manor. The imposter did speak with an odd Londonish accent, or like a bad impersonation in a way. "Secondly, you were on the verge of shitting yourself over oblivion!". His friend continued. "Oh right yea" The imposter said, suddenly speaking with a black country accent. The imposter looked down, seemingly noticing that he was wearing a Wolverhampton Wanderers kit. "But I like the rides now. So let's go. Actually can we pick up some scran?" "Before a ride?" His friend quipped back in confusion "Are you mad?" "Alright, perhaps just sprite then" The imposter replied "Though you preferred Coke" His friend replied.

yThe imposter's face had a sudden change, as if it had remembered something. He turned around suddenly, as if about to speak, but was silent. He looked confused. He was looking at a relatively young woman in the distance. She was only on her phone, speaking what sounded like Mandarin. She looked up and noticed him staring. She stopped speaking for a moment. Like her mouth was unable to move. "Ask for her number Richie." his friend suddenly said with the widest smirk possible. "Piss off mate" Richie replied. Richie? That was my name. Of course it was! It made one last attempt to lunge towards Richie, but it only registered as a mere gust of wind for him. It watched as whom was once himself and his best friend wandered away, towards a distance it couldn't see.

-

My body was stolen today. I think I now understand. Whoever that was, I presume some London boy maybe even up here with his family, just did what I am about to do. I do not blame him. I wonder if I'll even remember him.

I have returned to that spot, the spot where I first fell out of my body, trying to re-connect what had happened. In that spot I saw it, as they drop down, on the nape of someone's neck, sometimes there is a light that appears. A dim light in the shade of a colour the naked eye cannot see and the naked brain cannot comprehend. The colour was unique. Like no other colour. No colour could be compared to it. How do you describe something, when only something unseen is in that colour?

I wonder if it took others longer to understand. I wonder, when the ride is ridden for the last time, will someone be trapped here forever? I hope the next person understands. I saw the ride drop and I made my move.

-

"What a ride!" a feminine voice said. "oh so exhilarating!". A quick look of the hands. Feminine, very feminine. Nails painted purple and a rainbow wristband. Looking over, she could see whom she assumed was her companion here. She got off the ride and followed her. "You seen a ghost Betsy?" The companion asked. Betsy? Oh yea Betsy yea. Betsy looked at her wrist again, then looked up again at the women she was with. She felt a sudden rush of feeling, as if she had remembered that she loved her. Oh my God! I do do love her! Her heart was beating like the first time they slept together. She focused on her eyes. "Melissa!" She screamed with joy, throwing herself at her, pressing her lips onto hers. The jubilation was ecstatic. It was like she waited a lifetime for this moment.

"You wouldn't even hold my hand earlier." Melissa said, catching her breath, as their kiss ended but their close embrace remained. "I think this is the first time you've ever kissed me in public you know" Betsy smiled back at her. She felt so warm. She was caught up in a separate word, so separate that she didn't notice the sound of someone running towards them.

"Hey!" a young voice said loudly with excitement "Do it again yea!". Betsy and Melissa both looked towards the boy, who had the widest gleam on his face. Suddenly, there was a strong pull on the back of his neck. His mother, Betsy assumed. "You apologise to those young women right now!" She screamed directly into his ear. He couldn't have older than fourteen. Betsy looked at the boy for a moment. She felt her emotions drop for a moment. She looked towards that boy, with an odd sense of guilt within her. The boy looked back at her. Their eyes met for a moment, just a brief moment. But for that briefest of moments, maybe not even a second long, their eyes became dark. "I'm sorry" Betsy said, now looking at nothing. "What?" The mother replied "Don't apologise for who you are. It's fine." Melissa looked at Betsy, giving her an odd look as she did. The mother then turned to her son "Ryan!" She said with raised voice. "Yea, sorry" He replied, looking up at the sky. "Properly!" The mother responded almost imminently. "It's ok" Betsy replied quickly. "I know he means it" Betsy smiled at the mother and then towards little Ryan. She and Melissa departed with a quick "Thank you".

As she walked away, she moved her hands around erratically. As if she had lost her phone. Her phone was in her bra. Ok then her purse? She used her phone to pay of course. Her car keys? No Melissa drove. She felt Melissa's hand touch hers. She pushed it away. "Not in public" Betsy said, which resulted in Melissa giving her a frown.

She felt a breeze in her hair. Just a normal breeze, no reason to look back. They were walking towards the castle when Betsy noticed a small booth. 'Score a penalty against me and win a prize.' "Can I have a go?" Betsy asked Melissa. "Ok sure." Melissa replied, clearly surprised. "Thought you hated football" "Well." Betsy said "if I score three we can win a bottle of champagne"