Red

Daylight

The branches scratched my fair skin, creating rough, bright red marks. My knee length red dress ripped a few times and my jet black hair was tangled with branches and leaves. I had no shoes and my only cargo was a simple weaved basket, and yet I don't know what's inside, but it seemed important.

Before the invasion happened, I was sitting on my front porch overlooking Ms. Weaver's garden. She had a lovely garden and would sell us all our fruit with little daffodils tied around the container. My mother was doing laundry and my little brother, Blue was beside her, playfully tugging on her dress begging for a story. Then I heard a series of painful gunshots and screams. I looked worriedly to my mother, she ran inside the house and handed me a basket and told me to run as far as I could and not to look in the basket until I was 16.

The sun was setting now, I was scared, afraid of being attacked by wolves or some creature. Some creature that could hurt me. So I climbed into a tree and slept. I couldn't wait to see daylight.