DIARY OF A PELTY: THE MOVIE

.:. "Fight or Surrender" .:.

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You had always been a weird kid. Laying around until the afternoon, playing with sticks, climbing the little makeshift houses...You were a weird kid. Your village had never understood you; they didn't hate you though.

Your father had been there everyday. So had your mother, though your father worked day in and out to make sure you were always okay. Things in the village were normal. People joined, people left, and some hunters and bratty little kids would get eaten or injured by the wolves out in the forest. Everything was okay. No matter what happened; what you would do; you knew that you would be okay.

But then....

Then your father gave you this hood. It was bright red, the color of what freshly spilled blood would look like. It was long, and rather heavy on your small body, and you just didn't get it. Your father smiled at you, his dimples showing as you felt warm and safe. He was such a chubby man. But he was fair. Despite his rough large hands he was gentle. Your father had the biggest heard of gold. Always had and always would.

But he had always been straight forward. So him handing this bundle of red to you was questioning. You tilted your head at him; taking in his soft scruff and his pepper and salt hair on his head.
"Why?" The word spilled out of your pink lips. Your soft brown hair falling on your left shoulder. Another smile; a humble laugh; he grabbed it from your small and soft hands. Putting it on you as you struggled stubbornly.

You don't remember much of your father, but the last words he said haunted your sleepless rest.

"Little Red, countless children; boy and girl have fought in this hood. It holds struggle, it proves sin."

Your brown eyes were wide as you glanced up at him when he finished tying that soft pink string around your neck. It held the hood together, it helped the big floppy hood rest on your head. His eyes were pricked with tears. You jumped back. It shocked you that much. Your dear father never cried!

The man, a fair man and father laughed again. Speaking once more as he grabbed your small shoulders and kissed your forehead tenderly.

"Are you ready to fight with the wolves?"

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He passed. You remember hearing the news. You had just got done helping your mother tend some chores; sewing clothes and taking water to the men who hunted and killed for you and your village. You hadn't realized your best friend, your father, had not been with them. Wearing some decent clothes you and your mother held hands, walking to the lovely square where everything was announced. There was even someone to teach and preach about this God.

But you didn't believe in that.

Your sister had been there, eyes wide as she stared at something. People were crowded around. You didn't get it, but your mother did. Without looking she collapsed to the ground and wept. Like a baby, you chuckled, as your sister rushed over and held her. There. It was a spot open! You felt morbid curiosity overwhelm you and you pushed to get to the spot. A smile on your face as you realized you had it!

Though it was taken from your face quickly as your eyes trailed down. There, there it was. Your father, your amazing father was laying there. It was so hard to realize he had once been a human being because he was torn to shreds. Flesh was missing. There were organs spilling out and blood pooled around him. It made its way to your feet, that didn't have anything to protect it from the sinful color.
Your feet were red, and soon so were you. You let out a gasp, salty tears streaked down your face as you let out a scream and collapsed. On your knees and holding yourself up with the palms of your hands.
You were now coated in your father's blood.