You stand there for a moment, looking at the empty plot of land once containing the merry-go-round. What do you do? You could go tell someone, maybe the story would get published and make all the papers! If anyone believed you, anyhow. Or you could research on who built a soul trapping device and why. Hell, you could even just let out a Keanu-esque, "Woah." But you can't do any of that, all you do is fall onto your tush, and sit there for a moment. Thinking about everything that transpired is just too much, your mind feels almost blown. You need something to help you help you cope with, or at least forget, what just happened. That's when it happened, like a sign from above...
"Beer! Beer and assorted unnamed meats on a stick! Get yours now! Beer! Meat on a stick!" the vendor called, walking through the rows of attractions.
Carnies - Go figure.
You're not one to normally partake heavily in alcohol, but, hey, you're not normally one to be assimilated into a haunted carousel horse or break a dark and twisted curse either, so why not? You fork over some dough and get a beer. Or was it two? You don't really remember the amount now...
Pops - you think his name is Pops - (well, you think he's a.. he, anyways), served as your ear and beer connection for the next couple of hours. You don't really remember what you told him anymore... or what he told you... but the man is a saint, really. However, he eventually left. When or why? Maybe it's because it's early and it's light out now... or, um, is it? Somehow, it's kinda hard to tell.. Uhh... you try to think, but you're really not sure.. you're really not sure of anything anymore...
It's not fair... sure, you got your old body back, which is better than being stuck in a plastic horse for eternity... But you wanted to be a girl, that's why you chose that body... Now you're stuck back in a body you don't like, with all the mistakes you've made back to haunt you. It probably would have been nothing any other day, but after having that chance to escape this fate, then jut giving it up, it feels likes a heavier impact than usual on your emotions. Maybe it's the beer too. Yeah, probably the beer... It's just not fair, that girl should've been you...
Uh...wha? Oh god, it's god! He must have heard what you said, you ingrate, you! The sky is sucking you in!! You clasp around at the ground desperately, but try as you might, there is nothing to hold onto! IT'S AS IF THE ENTIRE GROUND IS FLAT!!! ...oh yeah, it's always like that... Suddenly the feeling leaves as soon as it came... Boy, you vow to never drink again after tonight. But somehow, you partially doubt you're going to remember this vow... or night, for that matter...
You resume your train(wreck) of thought, and picture that girl... It's.. almost as if she's standing right above you... Another drunken hallucination, you guess. That should have been you...
"..xcs mh.."
You can almost hear her.... You can almost see her... her eyes... her hair... Your mind must be torementing you, dangling what could have been right infront of your eyes.. Or maybe it's guilt, eating away at your very psyche... You try to bring yourself into a more rational state of mind. Thinking back to what you said before; you can't just steal someone else's life... No one has the right to that... Even if you wanted to be that girl, that life and future belongs to her... Even... if you wanted it...
"..scuse me..."
She looks so clear now... ...But that future belongs to her, and yours, in all your old male, drunken-stupor glory, belongs to you. And yo - SPLASH!!
It's suddenly as if all your senses are assaulted! ...by a bucket of cold water. You jolt up and blink a little, rubbing the water out of your eyes and see that it really IS that girl in front of you, tensely holding the bucket still. You sit there looking at her for a moment.. not really sure to thank her or yell at her for dousing you... but eventually settle for a, "Uh... Hi!" ...god, you're never drinking again....
She stood ready with bucket, bucket in hand for a moment before realizing you were back to your senses, then sets it down. "Um, Hi! Sorry for soaking you, I just wanted to get your attention... I wanted to apologize for running away earlier... And to thank you for giving me my life back..."
"It's no problem," you replied coolly. Well, as cool as a soaking-wet drunk person can get. "I'm just glad no one's trapped in that thing anymore. And, uh, I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
She looks more comfortable now, and stops being so tense. "It's okay!" She sits down beside you. "I'm not sure what's wrong, but maybe I can help you feel better? I'm..."