Little Red

"Honey! Come over here for a while. I have an errand for you." I heard my mother calling me from downstairs.

"What is it mum?" I yawned and stretched. I think I am already suffering from osteoporosis after doing my assignment on Mythology and Folklore for three effin hours.

"I need you to visit your grandmother on her house on the woods. Her nurse is on leave and she's all alone. She called me and told me that she is sick and wants to see her only grandchild before she leaves this world." My mum frowned and I rolled my eyes at their drama.

"I don't want to." I said stubbornly. "You know what is there out in the woods."

"But they already killed the wolf. The woods is safe now." My mum raised her brows.

'But what we saw was no ordinary wolf! It's not the one that you caught!'  I almost screamed but I kept my mouth shut. Months of dealing with a psychiatrist helped me keep my mouth shut.

"You have to move on, Raven. Besides, your granny needs you."

"K. I'm going." I murmured, and started going upstairs to my room to change my clothes.

I change my oversized tee and short shorts into a black tank top with a quote saying Death to Barbie and Barbie's stitched head with an axe sticking on her skull, skinny jeans and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. I pulled my dark brown curly hair into a messy pony tail and looked into the mirror of my dresser. I frowned at my own image. Well hello, Raven Kent. I smirked at my own reflection. A tanned girl with untamed waist lenght hair and bored light brown eyes stared back at me. I raised my middle finger at my own reflection and ran down the stairs and saw my mum holding a picnic basket filled with different kinds of fruits on one hand and a piece of red velvet cloth on the other.

"What's that?" I frowned at the red velvet cloth.

"Oh, this?" She grinned at me and spread the cloth. It's cloak. A red cloak made of velvet. "It's your grandmum's eighteenth birthday gift to you, remember?"

Oh, of course... I remember that darned cloak that I found among my birthday gifts last month. That's the weirdest gift that I ever received my entire life. Though I shouldn't be shocked because my eccentric grandmum who lives at the middle of the woods gave it. "I don't like it and I definitely would never want to wear that thingy." I said bluntly.

"But honey, your grandmum would be dissapointed. She thought it would look lovely on you." She pouted.

Oh darn. I thought.

"I'm not wearing that crap." I smirked at her.

"Oh yes you will, young lady. Your grandmum would be hurt if you will not." She said. "Besides, you're going to walk through the woods alone and you know your grandmum, she's a very superstitious old woman. And you know that wild animals roam there. You'll be safer with that cloak."

"Ugh... Fine. But I will burn it to ashes once I get home." I grabbed both the cloak and the basket as I  murmured the last sentence to myself.

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"Wow! I can't believe I actually missed this place. Its been years..." I murmured as I kneel on the field of wild flowers. Picking narcissus, daisies and pansies and stuffing them on the basket that contained the fruits that my mum asked me to bring to my old granny.

There was a rustling sound on the bushes and I turned around to look at what it is. A nagging feeling bugged me and I stood up and walked over to see what it is.