'Little Red'
I skipped along the dirt pathway, finding my best friend, 'Little Red Riding Hood'. Little red told me that she was going for a walk in the woods and hasn't come back for hours.
"Little Red! Little Red! Where are you?!" I shouted and waited for an answer.
Silence.
"Oh.. Where would she be?" I asked myself with concern reflecting in my voice, and I continued to find her.
As I walked through the dirt pathway, I could notice scratch marks littered on the trunks of trees.
Wolves. It's obvious anyways.
"Little Red! Where are you?!" I called again, but still no answer.
I continued to walk again, but now, I stumbled across a red cloth.
"Isn't this...?" I whispered to myself, slowly extending my arm, and grabbing it.
It's soaked in crimson.
I could just feel the blood on my hands, it's warm, I dropped the cape on the ground and looked at my hands.
Their stained.
I stood up and ran, but I didn't know where I was going.
My heart was in my throat as I panted while running.
Please, Little Red, where are you?
I shut my eyes closed as I ran, just hoping that I would stumble into her then grab her arm and run back to town.
Please!
Then I tripped on something.
The fall was hard and dirt was on my dress, I sat down and turned to look behind me to see what I had fell off from.
From the sight of it I vomitted.
It was Little Red's head.
The hill beside it was covered in blood splatters and bloody handprints, and it stinked of iron.
That was the only thing I remembered before I felt something sharp peirce my back.
