figurative language

The big green giant above my head starred down at me. The roaring of the roller coaster zoomed past my ears. The shrieking cries of the innocent passengers on this train trail off as they ride to their death, and I was next in line.
I had always been afraid of heights, and roller coasters were included in this fear. Being suspended in the air and then rushing to the ground with its many drops did not seem like fun to me. But today would be the day I unwillingly face my fear. The winding metal fences are prison gates keeping me in line for my “fun ride.” My dad keeps encouraging me to continue waiting in a line that is moving too fast for my liking, which contrasts my impatient brother’s reaction to the long line. I was not ready to make this leap, the rollercoaster went too high. But what is the point to go to the best amusement park in the world, Cedar Point, without trying one ride?
I chose my way of death, The Raptor, which was a roller coaster that dangled the passengers feet, dropped them down like a basketball as they came back up they were flipped into many loops and swirls like a washing machine. The vivid green paint that covered the rollercoaster would soon resemble the lovely shade of green my face would turn. As I walk up to my death sentence, I see the passengers leaving the station with a quick swoop and screams louder than I could ever imagine. My time had come, and I jumped up on the seat. It was very uncomfortable and unwelcoming like what I would imagine for the backseat of a cop car. I buckle myself in restraints that do not seem like they could keep me from flying out of the seat like some type of bird. I hold on to the handlebars as if I am riding a bike for the first time, and the ride begins.
I hold my breath like I am underwater and my knuckles turn white from clinching onto the bar. The train chugs up the hill and like a meteor crashes down to the earth. I then open my eyes, my stomach boils within me and my mouth is pried open by the scream begging to come out. The rollercoaster throws us into the air again and I feel like I am flying, then yanked back like a bungee cord. But then it hit me, I was having fun! The death train was not going to kill me like I thought, but it would open my eyes to be able to face my fears. I loved roller coasters, and I welcomed the twists and turn, ups and downs with a loud screeching scream.
I get off the roller coaster out of breath and smiling. The raptor is a gateway drug, and I am addicted. After I got off the Raptor, I proceeded to ride every single roller coaster at Cedar Point, and I am obsessed with all of them. By facing the big green monster, I can look at roller coasters and heights in a different way.