Run Red Riding hood...Run

chapter one

Milla's pov (Meela)

"Fuck my life" I breathed to myself and wiped my teary eyes before I shoved clean clothes from the rack and into a black pack i had also stolen.

I walked into a personal bathroom when no one was looking.  
and I stared at the terrifying reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes were blood shot. My porcelain skin looked sickly pale. My waist long red hair was tangled. 

I quickly washed my hair in the sink with soap I had stolen as well as washing dirt or blood off of me...I was covered in filth, my own blood...and bruises.

I couldn't even look into the mirror without crying. 

Shaking, I avoided eye contact with my reflection and quickly changed into clean close and ripped off the tags.

I was in a Walmart. Not knowing what to do. Where to go or what the hell had happened to me the day before. 

I was numb. 

And all I knew was that the man who held me prisoner last night, turned into a wolf right infront of me. And that he killed my entire family...and took me.

I whipped away at the tears and shook my head.

I left the ripped bloody clothes in the bathroom. 

I hesitated as i walked by the food section....

I hadnt eaten in 3 days. Since that man and his guys kept me locked away.

I began to quickly shove sandwiches into my back pack. 
And when an imployee noticed and  I took off running as he yelled.

I ran and ran....and ran. Not knowing where to go.  Or what to do. Where do you go when you have no home?

My entire family was dead. And I was being hunted for a reason I couldnt begin to comprehend.

My thoughts were running too fast and too depressive. My heart was aching and the more and more i walked along endless woods... the more i began to consider finding the nearest cliff. 

My family was dead.

Murdered infront of me...and I was taken..by monsters.

Why was I even bothering to live?

A sob broke through me and I walked into the curtain of the woods and thats when i began to break down.

I began to sob uncontrollablely as I walked further into the woods. My short aching legs eventually buckled from under me and I met the cold ground of October. 

I didn't have the strength...emotionally...or physically to get up.

I let myself weep.

And to make it worse the birth mark on my wrist began to hurt excruciatingly.

I cried out in pain and held the mark too my chest.

  My head snapped up when the sound of leaves crunching filled my ears.

I began to panic and my heart was pounding out of my chest.

My eyes fell on a dangerous looking man, with a strong physique.
He looked like the embodiment of trouble.

"Don't you smell pathetic " he said but found the  surroundings much more interesting.  he didnt bother looking at me. Instead he looked up at the sky, as if he were taking it all in.

He then seemed to smell the air. "You're wanted for dead."

"Theres a reward for your death" smirked. "And I've been known to kill for the fun of it."

He stepped closer.