Reflections
Shrek went to find Fiona to have that talk. He couldn't take it anymore. She had to know how things were.
Shrek searched the house and found Fiona lying in bed sleeping. He approached quietly. Now that he was here, he found himself hesitating. Fiona looked so vulnerable and sweet laying there. But he knew her other side. The mean, nasty, ill tempered side. How could she appear so angelic here?
Shrek searched the house and found Fiona lying in bed sleeping. He approached quietly. Now that he was here, he found himself hesitating. Fiona looked so vulnerable and sweet laying there. But he knew her other side. The mean, nasty, ill tempered side. How could she appear so angelic here?
Shrek stood there suddenly unsure of what to do. Should he wake her? She had been through a lot today, and maybe the sleep would help her. He was loathe to put off the talk any longer though. She had to know the truth.
What was it with this girl? He had to remind himself that indeed she was still a girl. She wasn't even 17 for another six months. One minute she was infuriating him out of his mind, and the next she was tugging gently at the strings of his heart. He had to admit that like him she had gotten a raw deal.
Shrek got irritated as he found himself sympathizing with her. Why should he feel sorry for her?
She had left the house to go to the park. Why did she have to leave? She had a nice backyard she could sit out in. He had warned her. She should not have left the house without knowing what was out there.
For that matter he thought, why did I let dad bring Fiona here? Maybe it was because he didn't care at the time one way or the other. Maybe it was because his dad would have ragged at him endlessly until fed up he would have agreed to anything just to get him off his back. Maybe he had felt sorry for her. Or maybe it was because deep down he felt sorry for her when he saw her. She had looked so forlorn and lost standing with his dad on his doorstep.
He remembered his dad bringing Fiona into the house and against his protests ushered her upstairs. He had been helpless to stop his father. His father came back down and explained that Fiona was going to stay with him for a while as her father had just died and she had nowhere to go. He explained that her father had been his best friend and he owed it to him to take care of her. Shrek had tried to convince his father to take her away.
Somehow though his father had convinced him that Fiona would be better off with him. When he tried one last time to protest, his father made him feel guilty once again. He had sang the same old refrain of how he didn't leave when Shrek's mother abandoned him to go live with her boyfriend. How hard it had been to raise a child as a single parent in a human world. He always made Shrek feel like raising him was not something he had to do, but sacrificed to do.
Sadness passed across Shrek's face at the memory of his mother leaving. She had been human, and was tired of the strain of living with two ogres. The people of the town were cruel to her for choosing to marry an ogre and have an ogre child. The strain grew too much for her, and she opted for a normal life with a normal human man. Shrek had never seen her again. Once she left Shrek and his father never saw or heard from her again. Shrek had never forgiven her for leaving.
He had only been 7 at the time. For years after that, he had withdrawn from the world. He decided he would not give anybody the chance to abandon him again.
Shrek felt a salty drop of liquid run down over his lips. What was this? Could it be he was crying?
He angrily wiped the tears. He wasn't going to cry for that witch. She didn't deserve his tears.
He had to distract himself as these thoughts were making him angry and upset. Yet what was there to think about. His life was a mess, and he felt trapped. His mood was in a downward spiral and standing there he got more upset. He still had to tell Fiona the "news" and he knew that saying she wasn't going to take it well was an understatement. He felt his mood become more foul.
Shrek felt anger building inside of him against Fiona. This was all her fault! He hadn't thought of his mother in years and he wouldn't have if it hadn't been for her! Why was he being so soft? She was an interloper and the sooner he told her the truth the better.
Still he hesitated. Why? What was his problem? Why hadn't he woken her up the minute he came through the door? If he told her the truth then she could leave and he could get on with his life. Surprisingly the thought of her leaving caused a pang of sadness. No, he thought it isn't that. He was still upset about his mother that was why he felt sad.
Aggravated over these unaccustomed emotions he didn't know how to deal with he harshly barked out: Fiona, wake up! We have to talk!
Aggravated over these unaccustomed emotions he didn't know how to deal with he harshly barked out: Fiona, wake up! We have to talk!