The Girl with the Red Hood

I got bored with "My Name Is Kai" and had no more ideas for it...but I have ideas on how it would have happened if it had taken a different turn of events and I am now inspired! If you were reading "My Name is Kai" before, I'm sorry but I won't be continuing that plot line...I'm sorry! :(

Thank you for reading, always and always, and leave comments please and thank you! :) 



PROLOGUE

A soft whir proceeded to reach my ears, waking me from a slumber I wished not to part from. A slumber that protected me from myself.

            White walls.

            White floors.

            White ceilings.

            White.

            Everything was white.

            I was getting very weary of that color; the brilliance, it was blinding, it was giving me a raging headache that I wouldn’t mind living without.

            The humming continued and drilled deeply into my mind and I closed my eyes. White.

            I was in the hospital.

           I opened my eyes to stare at the white ceilings and bit my lip, a habit that brought me back to my senses. Memories, vivid like yesterday’s moments, flashed through my mind. A bright light of white had crossed my vision and blinded me as they inhumanely assassinated my family…

            Oh, crap.

            The pain returned in a full rush of irrationality and I screamed, thrashing about, throwing out my arms, and ripping at the IV in my arm. A woman in a white suit rushed in, her blond ---almost white--- hair pulled back and she stuck me with a long needle. I would never forget her face; the first alive face I had seen since their deaths.

            Blackness.

            At least it wasn’t white. 

            The following day was mostly a haze to me, having being sedated, and all I could recall was the voice of my grandma. Then, I was home, crying, drowning in the memories that this place held and quietly whispered to me in a hauntingly beautiful voice.  

            “You’re not alone, Erin,” my Gram patted my shoulder and pulled me close into her frail embrace, kissing my hair. I sobbed, dragging my knees to my chest and tried wiping at the warm salted tears that left rivers of red down my pale cheeks.

            “They’re gone,” I cried, breathing in her embellished flowery scent, trying to find peace within myself and everything around me. However, I couldn’t. My little sisters…I choked on my sobs and gripped securely to the fabric of her thick clothes as she engulfed me in her arms, whispering the Lord’s Prayer in my ear begging for solace to come to me.

            How could I ever smile again when the lycanthropes slaughtered my family and many of my cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends…?

            “Blessed be my darling who lived…,” she finished, brushing back my hair and kissing my forehead.

            Only, I didn’t want to be alive. What thirteen-year-old wanted so dearly to die, to join her family up in the heavens, to lose the rest of her life? I did. If only…I died too.

            Was Drake alive? Was Al alive? Who else died? I broke into a fit of tears and shook with sorrow.