Screams of fear and joy filled the lively atmosphere like a nostalgic memory. The cool summer breeze whispered gently to me, sweeping upon my face. Rollercoaster tracks thudded every second against the dusty metal beneath it.
I wandered through the crowded park trying to find my way towards the food trucks.
Everything was crowded.
Everyone was buzzing around.
Everyone was a bee.
Beside me, a ride started up, launching a lot of people into the distant fog. It seemed this ride was very popular, as hundreds of people lined up, gossiping between each other.
I made my way further until the smell of freshly grilled burgers caught me; I knew that I had found what I was searching for. A group of people blocked the way towards the trucks due to the narrow path. We squeezed between them, whilst i clenched my daughter's hand. I couldn't carry her because i just recently sustained a small back injury and the pain was eating me alive.
My daughter cooed in excitement as we were in the queue ordering for hot dogs. Escaping from my hands, she dashed to the front of the truck. Holding her favourite teddy bear, she cut in front of two, huge men that had a scent of motorcycle gas and beers.
One of the men grunted at her in anger. He pulled her back with immense force following with a evil, inhumane smile.
A small thump shook the ground for a brief moment. The whole crowd went dead silent. The music in the background made it seem like the park was abandoned. No one uttered a word.
Rushing over as quick as I could, I checked whether my sweet baby was okay.
She sat up and started whimpering, bawling her eyes out, with tears dripping down into the cut on her knee. I turned around towards the monster with an aggressive voice, shouting all the life out of my lungs, “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”
The smirk on his face slowly faded away and shifted into a darker, violent expression, whilst he slowly stepped forward, his shadow towering over me like a huge mountain. He glanced around at the crowd in discomfort, turning red with embarrassment, as if no one ever spoke to him with a raised voice this way.
“You are.” He replied with dominance.
I stepped back immediately. Fear overwhelming my mind. This guy was two times bigger than the average human. Only the howling wind now stood between us. With no warning, he lunged at me, grabbing my daughters bear that I picked up from the ground. With a vicious intent, the man ripped the teddy bear in half, dropping pieces of fluff into the wind: fluff that my daughter loved. I have had enough.
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