The Girl in the Red Hood

Before

My name is Alice. Before I went into those woods, my life was nearly perfect. That fixated man ruined my life forever. The promise I made him made me turn into a vicious girl, a murderer, a nutcrack. Whatever you do,never trust anyone, for even the closest people to you can hurt you the most. The person you might take a bullet for, may be the one behind the trigger.

"Ring" the bell rang

It was over.

My parents always thought of of me as the nice girl, the example for all the kids. And then she grew up. Now I'm am bruised and I am broken, I am made of glass. I shone for a moment, but I shattered fast. I smile, but don't let that fool you because I am breaking inside. My consolation, flowers. There is no rose without a thorn. That is why I am the girl of the red hood. Red for the blood and roses.

After the roses and the heartbreaking bullet, my world became darker. The sunset to my paradise never came back again. Every minute that passed killed me a little inside. I hate getting flashbacks of things I don't want to remember, like the family picnics, when life was not as dark as when he came to my life.

***

"Ding Dong" The clock struck twelve

I woke up, a cold sweat in my neck. I had the feeling something was wrong, and I was right, he was there. I didn't see him until I went down stairs. The wood crunched with every step. I reached the first floor and he was there. A gun in his hand. I tried to scream, but the pressure in my chest wouldn't let me. He came closer, I noticed he had no face. He told me the less you reveal the more people can wonder.

Friday afternoon was a time of delight, but after those woods it was a time of sacrifice. I had to sacrifice my life to save the ones of my family. Every time the clock struck a bullet would strike and break a heart, but I didn't know this for I was blind, blind with a world that never existed. I was at school when it all started. The man visited again, but he was different, disguised as a fantasy creature in my fantasy world. He was tall and skinny. With a jawline that would cut your finger if you touched it. He had blue eyes and light brown hair. How was I to know that the handsome man standing before me was to harm me in such way? He was replacing our teacher, Miss. Berry, who had committed suicide just a week earlier. 

Chatter filled the room. They where all whispering and talking about the teacher. I just observed. Their was something that intrigued me about him. Was it his age? His Name? His looks? No it was the way he made me feel, smart, confident, secure from all harms. Love. Thats what everyone called it. I guess that was it...