My head is spinning furiously as I am speeding around the track. I tilt to the side as I come around a corner. I hear screaming, loud and piercing, it comes in waves like a relentless tide. My limbs ache, but I know I must keep strong... many people's lives depend on it. They are stuck, physically, and so am I, but mentally. I felt like I was just running in circles, never able to get away from the repetition. I can almost smell their fear when they are this close. My insides groan as we come up yet another hill, only to plummet down once again.
I am forced into this terrible slavery, and I am unable to understand it's purpose. Why do we bring living people in this terrible journey of screams and drops and twists and turns, only to let them off minutes later? I feel so guilty for doing this never-ending toil, and the only way I can comfort myself is that these poor souls with whom I bring with me are set free to a better place and not to some different, more terrifying instance. The only thing I know about them is one word that they seem to call me.
Rollercoaster.
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