The life of the five pound note(Short story)

The tight grip of the mysterious hand I was being held in made me want to throw up and vomit. Wrinkles went through me. The worst injury that could happen to me. Wrinkles hurt me a lot. It makes me feel so uncomfortable and I can never get rid of them.

Suddenly paying attention to my surroundings, the hand that held me stopped in front of a building. It excitedly went inside. What is there to be excited about? Almost immediately I realised where we were. "A shop!" I screamed inside of my head. Shops are my worst nightmares. I dream about them all the time. I hate it when I go into that creepy dark metallic box where I can't breathe and see the outside world. I never know if I am going to come out or not. For all I know, I could be here for the rest of my life.

"Five pounds please." said the evil hand attached to what I think is a human being that likes to put me in the dark box thing. "oh no," I gulped. The hand that held me handed over to the other big hand. I kept telling the hand to not hand me over to the big hand but it wouldn't listen. Which made me think that it is a very rude hand. It's too late anyway for before I knew it, I was shut in eternal darkness forever.

Days went past. Years. I was still stuck here. My fear grew each time every day, hour and second went past. I could feel the darkness closing in on me. "This is it. My life will soon be over."

Light suddenly appeared from above me and I thought I was being saved and taken out. I felt a sudden rush of hope as I waited to be lifted into the light. 3 seconds passed and nothing happened except for the placement of a rectangular shaped piece of paper next to me. "Why are you here ? Do you just purposely follow me everywhere?" I said. My nemesis ten pound note was placed next to me.