Madison+Miller

Full Name:Madison Anne Miller



From:Ashland, Ohio Gender:female, sophomore in college Ethnicity: German Traits (Appearance): Long straight blonde hair, roughly about 5'4 Reason for coming to park: Received a free ticket in the mail for opening day and took it as a great opportunity to spend time with her brother

Brief History: Madison's family is very close ever since they lost their mother two years ago in a car accident. She is absolutely best friends with her twin Mason, and she adores her younger sister with down syndrome, Kate. Her sister's disability causes her to be very caring, and non- judgmental towards others. Anything else (optional: Her family being very athletic, Madison was almost raised as a boy, loving to play sports and spending time with Mason. Her athletic background lead to her current lacrosse career at Ohio State. Although she does not trust easily, she is a loyal friend, and has an easy going personality, giving not much attention to makeup or drama. As a constant reminder of who she is, and where she comes from, she is always seen wearing two bracelets, a silver chain from her mother, and a home made bracelet from Kate.

=DAY ONE= READ MASON FIRST

"AYE MAD" He screamed, shaking my seat. I jumped and woke from my sleep terrified and confused. Mason was in the driver's seat next to me, laughing. He was always pulling little shit like that, the bastard. " We're heree getttt upppp!" He said in a sarcastic tone as he took the keys out of the ignition, making the radio suddenly stop. Unbuckling my seat belt I uncoiled myself from the uncomfortable position I had been in and wiped the dried drool off the side of my mouth. " God I could sleep for hours. How long was I out... wait was I snoring?" I asked, opening the door. Mason has a pick up truck that was aged quite a bit, and the passenger door always made a terrible creaking sound. " Ha yeah a bit.. I just kept turning up the radio. I'm actually surprised it didn't wake you." He laughed as he clicked the car keys, locking the doors. He began again, " I hope you know you're driving back though!" I laughed" Yeah okay fine fine." The drowsiness that I felt from my nap began to wear off, and I began to become more aware of our surroundings as we walked towards the park. It didn't look like many were here, the spaces filled in the parking lot were few and scattered. This doesn't bother me, it just means less lines for us to wait in, and the park looked pretty large. Yet the thick surrounding forest almost made it appear small. For some reason it kind of made me feel small too. I glanced up at Mason as we walked, and began to laugh. " So tough guy, I gotta say I'm pretty excited to hear you scream your ass off on these roller coasters..."


 * DAY TWO/chapter 2**

" Hey you think you could walk any slower bud?" I knew I was being unreasonable, but something about amusement parks really can wear a person out and yesterday was a long day. Fun, but long. I stopped,turning around to wait for Mason and instead made eye contact with a brown haired boy kind of near us, I didn't realize I was being that loud. I was just really ready to leave. " Damn Mad okay! Someone is grumpy Jesus.." He said laughing, walking faster to catch up to me, and pulling out a map that was given to us when we arrived yesterday. I laughed. " I'm sorry I just need to go and I just think something about this place kind of creeps me out." He stopped to look down at the map. " well at least it was free right..." His words trailed off. He began again ".. okay where the hell did we come in from?" I stopped and put my back pack on the ground. " What?" " Didn't we come in from this gate right over here?" He pointed behind me. I turned to look. " Wait...that can't be it that's closed off. I'm sure it just looks the same maybe?" " No I'm pretty sure it was this one...yeah because the carousal and all right as we walked in...I remember seeing that!" I started to look around where we stood, maybe to ask someone else if they knew anything. I didn't see anyone around, even the boys that were near us before were gone. Yet at the same time I couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone there, and even though I couldn't see them, they definitely saw me.


 * DAY THREE**

HAHAHAHHA WRITING THIS WAS SO HARD WITH THE GRUMPY JESUS OMG TOO FUNNY

My gut was telling me something was wrong, we haven't seen a lot of people around recently. My stomach growled. Apparently it was telling me I was very hungry too. Mason and I were sitting on a bench in the middle of the section of park where most of the shops and food stands were. We have walked around the park for hours, until essentially we had given up temporarily, settling here. Except with the restaurants and all around, the sweet smells of all the carnival-like foods taunted my nose. Mason was thinking about more important things. " Have you tried calling Dad? We need to let him know we might not be home as soon as we thought..." He said, not taking his eyes off of his own feet. I felt embarrassed of myself. I should have been worrying too, not thinking about what I would like to eat for lunch. "actually now that I think about it its almost weird he didn't call us. I mean, you know how he is and all." He nodded, still continuing to stare at the ground. He seemed distant, but I didn't blame him. We both just wanted to go home. " So you haven't? Because I mean I tried but the call wasn't going through. I'm pretty sure there was no signal." I pulled out my phone, hoping that it wouldn't be the same case for me. A little X was over the bars at the top of my phone, and the words " Searching for Signal" stretched across my home screen. God damn Verizon. I locked my phone, throwing it back in my pocket. I looked back up at Mason, he was now leaning over so that his elbows could rest on his knees, and his hands were at his face. I rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes, all without saying a word. I didn't want to break the silence but honestly, there wasn't much to say.


 * DAY FOUR**

No paramedics, no cops, no news coverage. It’s almost like the roller coaster accident didn’t happen as far as the public knows. I should’ve listened to my gut from the start, I was always sort of creeped out by this place. Not like it matters now though, right? Stuck here for four days, and people are actually dying before our eyes. My gut sucks. No wait, I suck, Iike a lot. “Okay, this is too much for me. We need to figure out a way out of here…maybe we could just like climb over the gates or something?” “Mad, that might be a bit of a stretch…” Before he could even finish his sentence, I was already steps away from the black bars that surrounded the park. It’s weird how all of a sudden something feels like slow motion. At least, that’s how I remember it. I’m not even sure what my intentions were, I guess I didn’t really think that through. As soon as my hands touched the bars, a small electric current shot through my hands, up into my body Naturally, I freaked out a bit, flailing around like a complete dumb ass, only to land directly on the pavement a few moments after. “GOD DAMNIT—WHAT THE— “ Mason ran over to me as quickly as he could, he was just as shocked as I was. (lol pun unintended) “what the hell!” “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? AN ELECTRIC FENCE? WHAT KIND OF DAMN AMUSEMENT PARK HAS AN ELECTRIC FENCE?" Spots of black started to cloud my vision, and my life began to flash before my eyes. lol jk I'm not that dramatic, of course the shock I got from the gate wasn't //death like serious.// My head was spinning though. Shortly after, everything went black. I don't think it was the electrocution exactly that made me faint, as much as seeing the motionless girl on the swings nearby. As terrifying and bizarre this park is, dead bodies is the one thing I don't think I will ever get used to.


 * DAY FIVE**

I’ve never liked elevators too much, ever since I was young. Not to mention the damn elevator music on repeat, it was driving me up the wall. I was about to smash the little speaker in the corner to pieces. Minutes were beginning to feel like hours, and I was drifting in and out, my daydreams often taking me back home with Dad and Kate. Mason refused to sit down, pacing back and forth even considering the small area of the elevator. He continued to pound on the numbered buttons, no longer lighting up at the touch of a fingertip. It seemed hopeless. It was freezing in this damn place, cold air streaming from a vent in the wall. The constant breeze scattered goose bumps across my body, and caused the little hairs on my arms to stand up. Then, out of nowhere, an envelope slipped through the vent as well. Mason and I stopped, our eyes frozen upon the envelope, with our names neatly addressed in black ink on the front. Mason picked up the slip. “You want me to open it?” He began to run his fingers along the crease where it is opened. His hands were shaking. “No,” He said, nodding his head. “I can’t, I’m sorry.” I nodded. I understood. I didn’t want to think much about it, I tore it open before I had time to talk myself out of it. I read the words aloud:


 * Strange how you’ll die through your biggest fear**
 * But now Daddy is not here to dry your tears**
 * A shame you couldn’t give him a call**
 * Or is he even living to pick up at all?**

//We walked up from the beach, sand still littering parts of the path. Dad and Mom lead the way for us, several beach chairs upon on their shoulders. “Hey, why do fish swim in salt water?” My dad said, as we rounded the corner to our hotel. “Because pepper makes them sneeze!” He laughed loudly, that laugh you do when a little kid does something not so funny but you have to laugh anyway. “Dad, stop!” Mason said, laughing. Our mom held open the door of the hotel for us. “Race you to the elevator, Mace!” I said, beginning to run down the hall. I had an unfair head start on him, beating him there. We still got there way ahead of our parents and the doors shut just as we saw their heads around the corner. We were alone.//

How could he have known something so personal, a memory like that? And is dad okay? I ripped the envelope into pieces, letting the remains hit the ground. I’ve reached my breaking point.

450 on da dot (:

**DAY 6** The first time Mason and I //truly// separated was when we left for our different colleges. We kept in touch though, regularly texting and even occasionally calling. Other than though, Mason and I have never really been apart. We were born attached by the hip, not literally, but we've always loved spending time together. This even continued through our teenage years. Most teenagers begin to want to spend //less// time with our family, but that's just how we were raised. I mean yeah, we both did our own things and had social lives. We weren't those weird anti-social type of twins who still wear matching outfits or anything. But we were best friends. Mason and I have actually talked about dying before, I guess not in that serious of a way but we did talk about it. We used to play a game, especially in like long car rides or waiting rooms, called //would you rather.// A lot of time we went over ways you could die, something like: //Would you rather die by gunshot, quickly enough you don't have to suffer that long, or die by a serious disease, but you've been warned so you have time to say goodbye to everyone you love?// I guess we never seriously went over how we would want to die in a serious light, but I know how I wanted it to be I think. And how it actually ended, in a strange type of way was a good way to go, because it meant I never had to live a day without him in my life. I died with my best friend.


 * DAY 7**

When we left for the amusement park, it didn' t feel like the last time I would be in that house. The hug I gave Dad and Kate before I left didn't //feel// like our last hug, or even really a proper goodbye. But I guess that's life for you, you never really know. But if I //did// know, I would've hugged them tighter than ever, longer than ever, and told them how much they really meant to me. But I didn't, because we were both ignorant of the twisted fate lying before Mason and I. The worst part of it is, they don't even know that was our last hug yet. //They don't even know.// //DAY 8// After my mom died, my dad was a total mess. Not like we weren't phased by it, but it really affected him the most. That was the love of his life, who wouldn't have trouble getting dressed in the morning after a freak accident like that? Mason and I really had to step up though, help out with Kate and all, take care of ourselves. It really made us grow up and wake up out of our self-absorbed teenage states. My dad's depression really only lasted for a few weeks, not like he isn't still sad about it, because he is, but he knew he had to take care of other people to. How would our deaths affect him though? //Who would take care of them while they grieve?// - //Everything bright, and white. It all made you feel happy, truly warm inside.// //It's a weird kind of feeling. It's hard to explain.// //There she was. She stood, preserved in her age one before, prettier than I have ever seen. She was truly glowing.// //I've missed the feeling of her hugs, and when she wrapped Mason and I in her arms once again, it felt right.// //We were home.//