Adam Creed (3)

" Why are you showing me all this?", I ask the 'thing' in front of me.

It had earlier taken John's face but as we delved deeper into my memories, its face had begun to melt. Instead of being horrified, I'm surprised to find that I preferred this form more than the previous.

John was an eyesore.

[ Shhhh.....the show's not over yet.], the voice whispered.

The scene around us changed once again, we were in a vaguely familiar amusement park....this was probably the amusement park where I was abandoned.

I scoff at young John who was walking around, holding our mother's fragile fingers.

This memory and the previous memory.....I already know all this and I've already moved past them so I don't see why I'm seeing this now.

I watched as my mother left me on the Ferris wheel, all alone.

I watched as John cried for his mother.

I watched my mother crying, even though she was the one who left me there.