Tag, Your It!

Chapter 9

One month

Whats the word that people use when someone they love dearly stabs them in the back for there own benefit. Leaving them to fend for themselve and to suffer from such a wound. They may or may not die.

Betrayal.

Thats what I felt when I saw christine walk down the stairs; the stair I just walked down on.

She was smiling as she called her mom. She smiled as she entered into the dining hall. She smiled as she sat across from me.

At first I was confused, then I was happy, then I was shocked.

When I said her name she slapped me across my face as if that single syllabus should never leave my mouth. Then she sat and sip her wine. Wasn't she too young to be drinking wine.

The hands that were holding me now sat across from me aswell. I also called his name and he too slapped me. I guess that was a thing here.

Some people stood, some sat.

I have no Idea as to why I am here or why I do not recognize this body.

"Ladies and gentlemen," christine's mom speaks

Glass clings and the place is suddenly quiet.

I hear my breathing. It is fast. Everyones head turned to me as if it annoys them to hear me breath.

"Our dinner is here but i'd like to introduce you to someone," she says "This is Elizebeth stone."

They hum all at once.

"She was gifted to us by her mother," another hum " Tracey would you like to come out and join us."

I am confused. Tracey as in my mother Tracey.

I look up and there she is. Red from top to bottom. Red lipstick. Red dress. Red nails. Red hair. Red shoes. She would be gorgeous if I was'nt so focused on what was just said.

A gift?

"As you all know once a year we have a ritual where we hunt and feed off our prey," a pause "Our prey tonight is this beautiful creature."

They are all looking. At me. Their eyes hungry. To kill. To hunt. To feed.

"In two weeks time we will come back here same time dressed in all white," she says "We plan to feed our guess a healthy amount of meat can't have our food with no nutirents can we now."

They all burst out laughing. They are all a pack of wolves and I am the girl in the red hood running for her life.

I look over at christine wondering how she ended up here. How she sits so close to me yet so far. How she holds a hands towards the voice. How she kisses it. How she smiles at it.

"Eliza...beth"

I am confused.

I speak. It is not my voice.

I look up at the voice that calls my name. It smiles that devious smile. It pushes a plate infront of me filled with meat and rice and mixed veges. I am hungry. I shouldn't be this hunger. I have being giving food to eat day to day. So why does this body feels so starved.

Like it hasn't eaten in years.

"Eat," the voice say.

It is not a request. It is a comand. I do as it says. I eat. Like a dog.

I am not myself.