be a non believer
my brother of 9 watched shrek before going to bed.
he prayed to him.
shrek is love. shrek is life, he said.
I called him crazy.
He told me that shrek wouldn't like that. that I better stop saying that, or id get it.
I laughed it off.
one night. we were walking home late at night.
he had left his shrek blanket at a friends house, and he wanted me to walk with him to get it.
we were halfway home. when someone grabbed him.
I screamed hos name. he screamed mine. I ran after him. I heard him scream, "shrek, help me!"
I sighed. then I was pushed aside by a force.
the smell of onions filled my nose.
I heard a man scream. the one who kidnapped my brother.
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