Rollercoaster

The bunnies of doom have bitten me again, and now I must write! Write! Write! Write! BOOHAHAHAHA

I hope nobody minds how crazy I've gone lately. Thus far, no one has complained. Be sure to tell me when you want me to slip off the face of the planet again, ayight? I don't want to impose my psychoticness on anybody.

When the Violet and Klaus had been very young, their parents had taken them to an amusement park. Violet was very interested in the mechanics of the rollercoasters, and wanted to ride one to feel firsthand the effects of the mechanisms. So, the Baudelaire parents had allowed Violet and Klaus to ride a smaller coaster. Klaus had thrown up, but Violet had enjoyed the experience thoroughly, and wanted to ride the biggest coaster in the entire park. The Apocolypse, it was called.

At first, the Baudelaire parents had tried to dissuade her. "It's too big," they had insisted. "You'll get scared," her mother had told her. "You might get sick, like Klaus did," her father told her. But Violet's mind could not be changed. She wanted to ride the Apocolypse. Seeing that Violet would not be satisfied otherwise, and the rollercoaster was really quite harmless, her parents reluctantly let her ride it.

Violet had run towards the line for the rollercoaster, laughing triumphantly. Her father had agreed to accompany her, since she was under the height limit. When they strapped in, Violet was twitching with excitement. The cars began to climb. Up, and up, and up they went, rising higher and higher into the sky. It looked limitless -- as if Violet could jump and fly up and away into the clear blue atmosphere.

Then, before she realized it, the cars had taken the sudden drop. Violet screamed, terrified half out of her mind. Before the air could carry the sound, the cars made a wild whip turn, and she screamed again. It was terrifying. The cars went all around, upside down, up, down, every which way.

When the ride was over, Violet had wobbled dizzily out of the car, holding onto her father for support.

In a way, Violet could relate that ride to her life. Before the fire, she had been a girl that ran towards adventure and everything that screamed excitement with a heedless joy. Her life had been climbing up, and up, towards the sky of a promising future.

Then, her life, like the cars of the rollercoaster, had taken a terrifying drop. It had twisted every which way, tossing Violet around as if she were in a giant blender. And everytime she made it out of one wild escape, she felt dizzy and faint, as if she would collapse.

Before the fire, she had been confident and fearless, made of surgical steel.

That girl had died with her parents and her old life. In her place was a new Violet. Fearful, always on the run. Doubting herself. As if she were made of porcelain.

Violet dazedly walked with her siblings. Noticing her sadness, Sunny moved to grasp her hand, but Violet moved away. If one more person tried to comfort her, touched her, she was going to shatter like glass.

In nearly every way, her life resembled that rollercoaster ride, with one exception.

This time, there was no one to lean on when the ride was over.

I love sad characters. Well, I like happy characters too, but sad ones are better. I love torturing these kids. XD.

So, review, and tell me what you think.

-- Emily