Hush

A Strange Encounter

I lurch to the right as the engine slows down . I feel the bile burning my insides as it begins to rise faster than jesus from the dead. You see, up till this point I'd been more annoyed rather than scared. I was hungry and tired, longing for my bed after a long day at work and along comes this asshole trying to kidnap me. It was rather inconvenient if I'm honest, although I should've expected it.

It started off as a rather normal day at work, the ritual of cleaning tables even if they weren't covered in a thick blanket of grease, shovelling left overs into a bin and dealing with crappy people complaining about crappy food. There I was, minding my own business, when I suddenly felt the circulation being cut off in my arm and finger nails burrowing into my skin.

I swivelled round and immediately regreted it as the fumes being emitted from this strangers mouth enveloped me. Holding back the urge to vomit, I managed to choke out a pleasant " can i help you?".

"No, but I can help you" he croaked.

I pull my face into a smile and respond with a simple "Help me with what sir?"

" You're sick, I can help you " he said as he flipped my arm over to show the reverse, revealing the patches of flaked skin and dried scabs dotted across the otherwise smooth surface.

"Sir, that's just a skin condition, I'm not sick" I babbled , unable to hold back the annoyance that had been building up.

"You're damaged, you're infected and I can help you" he retorted as he picks, no peels, a flake of skin off my arm.

The audacity, the disrespect, peeling my skin like that, what did he think I was, a fucking banana?!

I rip my arm away, the anger bubbling up inside me, fists clenched, I walked away and just as I did so, I heard child like giggles behind me. Tears began to prick at my eyes as I launched myself into the kitchen.

I should have reported the incident, but I didn't and next thing you know I'm being bundled into a van after being chased for what felt like hours.