The Zipper-Personal Narrative

There it was, looking below me, constantly mocking me. I kept glancing back at that

one ride throughout the whole time I was at the carnival. I read the name of it. “The Zipper.” I

whispered to myself with some sort of shakiness in my voice. A gust of wind ran through my back,

goosebumps all over. Everything that surrounded me was just incomprehensible meaningless sounds;

all I could hear was the ugly screech come from the ride followed by a number of ear piercing

irritable sounds. Trembling, I could feel a sudden chill that traveled through my body. “Should I do

it?” was the question that would roam my mind. Still and motionless, I paused for a moment. Bordering the tall ride were the blinding lights

that frequently blinked at me.
I propped my hand on my forehead as I could feel the lines that

indented it.
It was strange; I was never usually afraid of rides, but I sensed a peculiar sign of a

dreadful discomfort that made my stomach churn whenever I was near The Zipper. Maybe it was the

unstable structure. Maybe it was the horrid screech that was heard from it. Maybe it was just the

name. That was a mystery that I couldn’t unravel which was why I detested it. Perhaps this, however

would quench my thirst. “Besides, what could go wrong?”

At last, I spotted my brother, Aman. Signaling him, he casually walked towards me. “What do you want.” was the first thing he blurted, as if he were in a hurry. Pressing my lips together, I felt the lump that was caught in my throat. My hands were clamped

together in a fist, knuckles white, with sweat that flooded my palms. I had it all contained inside of

me, but finally, I released.

“Wanna go on The Zipper with me?” I asked, faintly and feather like, almost regretful. It was a

shock to me at once when I said it. It struck me suddenly, like a dagger to the heart.

Aman’s expression instantly transformed. It seemed as though he had been shocked as well. “You want to go on the Zipper?” he pointed at me in disbelief
bitterly.

“Yeah, why not?” The words came out of my mouth with just ease and confidence, but I felt the

knot forming in my stomach. It all happened so fast, it seemed as if it were a blur. My brother,

flashed a smile a way of an apology for underestimating me. Being one who had gone on the ride

multiple times, he gave a slight shrug with a weak reply of “Okay.”

To my surprise, the line was moving swiftly, just as my heart was racing alongside it.

Numbness reached my fingertips, thus I rubbed them together to gather warmth. The black night had

settled, with elegant stars that exquisitely dotted the sky. Somehow, this picturesque scene only made the

tension worse. Before I knew, it was our turn…

“Tickets.” the ride attendant demanded, his voice hard as a rock. Grunting, he stared at me

and the beads of sweat that were evidently shown on my face. He chuckled gruesomely. Shoving us

into an enclosed cage that would soon rotate us until we filp, he effortlessly shut the mesh door not

even ensuring that the seatbelts were secure.

As we were gradually being lifted, I could see a glimpse of the door of the cage steadily

open. Assuming it was nothing to be concerned about, I continued to wait apprehensively for the

unknown to approach.

Abruptly, we were thrashed forward, flipping us upside-down! Just as I was beginning to enjoy

myself with the refreshing wind that slammed my face, I tried to reject what encountered

my eyes...

The door was half open, and our seatbelt detached. Once again, we lunged forward, leaving

us upside-down, like a bullet harshly cutting through air. We both unleashed an enormous plea for

help which supplied no use, as if it was like a pup’s whimper. With great strength, we grasped onto

the provided bars. For the second time, my head hit the ceiling, rebounding me to collapse poorly to

the seat, biting my tongue. At that moment, I felt it; hot tears escaped my reddened eyes. Clenching

my teeth, my body stiffened. I closed my eyes, reluctant to open them. Jerking helplessly once more,

my grip weakened and my hands slipped off of the bars. Powerless, I thought it was the end, but

began to notice the ride had soothened, and there was a frantic tapping on my shoulder.

“It’s over! “It’s over!” the voice exclaimed. It was Aman.

Hesitantly, I managed to open my eyes, yet the rapid thud of heart beating remained. I

inhaled, then proceeded to exhale, wiping the sweat that was sticking to my neck. The horror had

ended.

At first, I got off the ride petrified, my heart sank. It had seemed that the world was

paralyzed but I was able to finish off the day with a pleasant smile plastered across my face, glad to

have no injuries and ready to share a quite a story.