Better Than Onions

CHAPTER 16

After the fire accident i was scared that Shrek would hate me forever but luckily he had another mansion so he drove away with Donkey in the ambulance.

Unfortunately it was in a different direction to my flat so after taking a selfie in front of Shrek's destroyed house with Donkey, I went home alone.

At first i had to crawl on the floor because it was pitch black and i could barely see in front of me but slowly my eyes adjusted to the dark and i could stand up again.

But as I stand up, a flash of orange catches my eyes.

"Hello?" I call out into the darkness.

There is no answer.

It must be my sleep deprived brain. I think.
But as i continue to walk again, there is another orange flash. Quickly, I turn my head to the flash and I see something - no someone - standing at the edge of the forest.

My heart starts to pound in my chest. I hide quickly behind a lamppost and watch as the figure runs into the forest. Or more like, zooms. He is so quick that if i blinked I wouldn't have seen him at all.

I watch the figure for a while, disappearing in and out the forest. Each time it would appear in different places, outside of the forest. One time it was on someone's roof, another time, he was standing under a lamppost near mine and i realised he was wearing a purple suit. But it kept returning to the same spot in the forest.

There must be something there, I think to myself and then terror struck me. Or someone!

If there was someone being tortured or kidnapped in the forest then i had to go and save them. But just as i come out of my hiding spot, two hands grab me from behind and roughly pull me back.

I scream loudly and try desperately to hit my attacker but it traps me, one hand pushing my chest back so my hands are trapped between my body and the pole, and the other hand clamps over my eyes.

"Shhh" it hisses into my ear. "Don't scream. You don't want to make me more angry"

I scream again and it-

roars

- in my face. It's the loudest and most terrifying sound i have ever heard in my entire life. I don't think i will ever recover.

Immediately i start to cry.

"I'm sorry i was watching" I sob. "It's a bad habit, i know, I'm sorry. I should know that bad habits lead to late nights, ending alone"

There was a pause and then it growls. "Thats good. That's really good. Write that down"

"I can't" I cry. "You're trapping my hands"

It sighs loudly and aggressively "Fine. I'll do it myself. As usual"

I hear a scribbling noise but the two arms holding me down don't move at all. Don't ask. I l twll myself but eventually my curiosity wins over.

"How are you writing? Your hands are still covering me"

Instead of answering my question, it laughs, infecting my nose with it's terrible breath. Last year i went to the zoo and i accidentally fell in the animal poo. His breath smells exactly like that.

"Leave me alone" I shout angrily, mostly because i don't want to think about how he is writing. "I didn't do anything wrong. And my mum says its bad to have conversations with strangers i barely know"

I hear the scribbling sound again. And then a sigh.

"Why are you writing that down?" I ask, annoyed.