Little Red [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Ten - Double Trouble

Red. So many shades of red. Not just red, deep crimson... Blood. I felt it drip down my face and I knew my body was covered in it.

My hair was wet and sticky with fleshy chunks in it and my heart was hammering against my ribcage, trying to break out of my chest.

I couldn't move and my legs were paralysed, unable to move away from the forest. I felt tears form in my eyes and before long, they were a waterfall of grief.

I couldn't look away. I couldn't even move my arms to pinch myself, to wake myself up from this forsaken nightmare.

There I was, looking over my shoulder at the beginning of the thick forest where I was having the time of my life just moments before.

I started to sob hysterically as I realised who it was lying dead beneath the large oak tree.

My crying became fits of hysterical sobbing as I saw more than I wanted to. Everyone was there.

Leah, lying at the base of the tree, covered in thick black blood. Her head had been ripped off and the sick part was that she was holding her own head in her hands with a scared look permanently moulded on her face.

Blood was still gushing out of her neck and all I could do was stare as the blood flowed down her chest and arms and pool under her.

My dad, impaled on a low hanging branch, hanging limply. I forced myself to look closer through my tears and held back a gasp.

His face was covered in a set of large claw marks, diagonally stretching from his forehead to his chin and his hand chewed off. I started to feel a churning in my stomach as I saw his intestines littered beneath him on the ground.

Jordan, lying face down in a pool of blood in the dirt, his heart ripped out. The worst part was that I couldn't even see where his heart was, whoever did this took it.

He was half buried, his lower body being covered in dirt. I wasn't sure if I was seeing correctly, but I could swear it looked like one of his arms was covered in thick brown fur.

It went on and on. I saw people from my school, some relatives and townsfolk. They were all there, lying at the base of the tree or strung up and impaled. All of them were more or less torn apart or mutilated, missing one thing or another.

I walked towards the forest, wanting to see something that I wasn't sure I was ready to see. I stopped at the beginning of the bodies and the stench of rotting flesh hit me.

I looked around nervously, looking for Adrian's body and although I was relieved not to see it, I didn't like the alternative.

Above the pile of bodies, leaning against the thick trunk of the oak, sat a girl. She wasn't mutilated and she wasn't even dirty or bloody, in fact, she looked like she as sleeping. I looked up at her in panic.

Was she still alive? If she was I had to help her!

I began to climb the pile of bodies, occasionally squealing when I touched a stray hand or head.

I reached the top and knelt in the flesh, shaking the girl desperately. And I stopped. And I screamed.

It was me.

That was my body.

There was no mistake. The girl was pale, as if she's never seen the light of day before and her soft silver lips were agape and she was slightly pouting. Her dirty blonde hair was twisted into an elegant bun, decorated with a flower crown.

I gently caressed the girls, no, my cheek as more tears streamed out of my eyes. I was dressed elegantly in a deep red strapless dress which matched my perfectly done silver makeup. In my hands I held a necklace and a white rose.