I watched as Phoebe rode the carousel, smiling as she laughed joyfully. The innocence that she possessed radiated from her every grin and giggle. It's a shame I can no longer act the same. Instead, I need to change and enter the adult's world even though I don't want to grow up. Phoebe waves at me, I put on a mask and smile as I wave back. She doesn't need to know what I'm thinking about, I don't want to worry her.

I sigh in relief when she turns back to enjoy her ride. From the corner of my eye, I see a man staring at the carousel. Something about him irked me. Maybe in was the dark hoodie he was wearing or the black mask. No, no that wasn't it even though it sent me on edge. It was his eyes. His dark cold eyes, gleaming with insanity. A glint of light caught my attention. I lowered my eyes to his gloved hands. I froze, he was holing a KNIFE!? The knife was big and could probably cause a lot of damage.

He was looking at the carousel, at the children on it. I tensely got up, getting ready to stop him. Then he toke off in a sprint, knife raised above his head, screeching and screaming. Thankfully the ride had just ended and most of the families were running away. But, Phoebe was stuck on the carousel horse she had chosen. Trembling in fear at the sight of the approaching lunatic. I dashed off, hoping to stall him long enough for the authorities to get here or at least drive him away. I wrestled him to the ground, unaware off my sisters' screams. The man was so much larger than me, I was struggling to keep him pinned beneath me.

"Phoebe! Hide!" I shouted.

I felt the long knife pierce my side deeply. Splattering blood on the floor. The man ran off. I fell to my knees, my blood spilled on the parks floor creating a puddle. I choked, my eyes filling with tears. 'I'm going to die' I thought.

"HOLDEN! HOLDEN!" Phoebe cried as she knelt down beside me.

"SOMEONE! PLEASE! COME HELP" I heard her cry. I knew no one would get here on time. I was losing to much blood to fast.

"Phoebe…" I croaked to her. She was sobbing and shaking her head.

"It is going to be okay…" I continued. Phoebe refused to listen, her tears mixing with my blood.

"STOP TALKING! PLEASE! HOLD ON!"
"SOMONE! ANYONE PLEASE! HELP!" She shrieked.

I heard a pounding of feet. Someone was coming. I let loose a small smile, blood leaking from the corner of my mouth. My breath stuttering in my chest, it was slowly getting harder to breath. Dark spots gathering in my eyes.

"HOLDEN! HOLD ON! PLEASE!" I heard my sister plead.

"Oh my god! Honey, call the ambulance, the police or both!" I heard a woman shriek.

"I love you Phoebe…"

"Tell D.B that I love him to and please keep being your innocent self…" I trailed off. My chest constricting as I coughed up more blood. I faintly heard screaming but my hearing was slowly fading into black along with sight.

"HOLDEN! HOlde…olden..den!?" My sisters screams was the last thing I heard. I'm dead, I'm aware of that at least. I wonder what there is in the afterlife or if there was even one. There are only a few things I hope can happen after my death. That my family can move on from my death, to live their life full of joy, love and innocence.