Part: 2

Opening my eyes, I looked around the room. A bunk bed was on my right and a treasure toy box was to my left. Studying the room, an odd sense of familiarity came over me. Getting off of the floor, I crept closer towards the window. Woah! I thought, staring up at the full moon that loomed before me. It was so close that I swear I could touch it. I know swearing is bad, but I swear I could. “George?”

Practically jumping out of my skin, I turned to face the person that spoke. No way! I thought No way! No way! No Way! Stumbling backwards, I fell onto my butt. The smell of rotting bacon wafted up my nose, making me gag. Covering my nose, I crawled away from her as she stumbled closer to me.

Glowing ruby orbs stared desperately into mines, as if searching for something, “George?” She repeated.

Gasping as she came into full view, provided by the spotlight of the moon, I almost peed myself. She was bloated and rotting, her pink skin a sickly gray while some parts of her skin was missing, exposing the rotting meat underneath. I gagged again, tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to be here! I want to go back! I cried desperately in my head, unable to speak the words a loud.

“It is you!” She smiled. “We’ve been searching all over for you!” The ground beneath me rumbled as she dashed towards me.

“No!” I shouted, my voice finally coming through the lump in my throat. “Stay back! Stay away! I’m not George!” I rolled out of her reach and in one swift motion, I flew to my feet and made a break for the door.

“Don’t say that! You are and you will always be!” Peppa shouted behind me. “Mummy! Daddy!” Peppa shouted out to them. I skidded to a stop, my path no longer clear but blocked by two larger bloated and decaying pigs.

“George!” Father and mother pig shouted, their twisted smiles stretching from ear to ear. “Come to Mummy and Daddy.”

“No!” I sobbed, frantically searching for an opening. They inched closer, spewing out reassurance that they weren’t going to hurt me, but I knew better. Looking down, I figured I could slide through that Daddy pigs legs. Swallowing hard, I rushed at him and he opened his arms wide, as if ready to receive what he must have assumed was a hug. Tricking him, I fell to the floor and slid perfectly through his legs and without missing a beat, I got up and dashed out the door. Flying down the hallway and then down the stairs, I ran straight for the front door. Realizing that my smallness was both a blessing and a curse as I desperately jumped, trying to reach the door handle.

“Come back George!” I heard the family of bloated pigs shouting behind me. Without a second to spare, I turned and dashed towards the kitchen. Grabbing a close by chair and sliding it across the floor, I propped it up against the sink counter. Climbing up and into the sink, I placed my hands onto the window in front of me. As I pushed upwards with all my might, I realized it was locked. Quickly unlocking it, I pushed upwards again, but lost my footing as the world quaked beneath me. With the sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs, my heart leapt into my throat. Hopping down, I made a break for the living room. Pausing for a second before my eyes rested on the couch, I heaved a sigh of relief, there was a big enough gap for me to fit under. The footsteps landed onto the floor, letting me know I only had a few seconds to spare. Bolting towards the couch, I flew down, letting myself slide across the floor and to crawl the rest of the way under the couch, making it just in time as Peppa made her way into the living room.

“Come out… come out wherever you are!” Peppa yelled.

“This is no time to play hide-and-seek Georgy.” Mum pig shouted.

“I think he went out the window.” I heard Peppa say. I nodded in hopes that they would all agree and go outside.

“No…” Daddy pig corrected. “The window isn’t open wide enough, he couldn’t have gotten out.” The hope I had shattered. When did Daddy pig think so smartly?

“Hmm…” Peppa pig began. Watching as her feet left my view, the squeeze upon my heart gave just a little, until two glowing orbs replaced my vision, allowing something warm to dribble down my leg. “Peek-a-boo… I found you.” She smiled a rotting toothy grin, which fueled my future nightmares to come. My eyes stung and my body shook as I tried to push myself further away, but the wall behind me kept me from doing just that. I just want to go back! I cried desperately in my head. I miss mom and dad and my massages, my teddy, my bed and the warmth. A large decaying hand wrapped around the couch and brought me back to reality. Daddy pig had fully lifted the couch up, exposing me.

Desperately wanting to escape, my body moved before I could even realize it. Fiercely crawling from beneath the couch, through his legs and back into the kitchen, I found myself in the sink, already lifting the window.

“Quickly, Mummy!” Peppa shouted.

That was all I needed to push myself out of the window. Bracing for impact, I closed my eyes and put my arms up to break my fall. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows. The grass was near inches from my face and yet I hadn’t hit it. Am I flying?

“Ahhhh!”

I screamed, realizing why I was flying. I kicked and punched, trying to break free from its grasp. The ground grew further away as I was dragged back inside, I gripped onto the edge of the window, but my strength was no match against something much bigger than me.