Sarah and I were waiting in line to ride a rollercoaster. Instead of sitting next to eachother, we decided to sit one behind eachother. Sarah was in the front seat, riding next to David Schwimmer and I right behind her.
Shortly after the ride commenced, David stabbed sarah in the wrist with a knife, leaving her to scream and bleed out throughout the ride. No matter how much I screamed and cried for them to stop the ride, I guess my cries were muffled and misconstrued as an adrenelin scared passenger. I remember ducking and dodging Sarah's blood, as it poured and splashed against other passengers throughout the twists and turns of the ride.
I cried and cried at her funeral - she was my best friend and without her, I had nothing. Her remembrance book was thanking all friends and family that attended, on behalf of the Amberger's and the Bombells. This is one of the worst dreams I have ever had and woke up sobbing.
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