Dedicated to Red for being just plain out awesome. Happy B-day Red!
Today was a perfect day, the sun was shining and my friends had asked me to hang out and go see a movie at the local cinema. My mother had other ideas though, for it was my grandmother's birthday and she couldn't visit her due to a random incident where she broke her leg. Her solution was to send me with a basket full of goodies (including a birthday cake) and have me spend the majority of the day with her. Disappointedly I had to obey my mother's wishes, because she threatened to take away my allowance. Since I had to go I made plans to take the longer way and enjoy myself sniffing the beautiful flowers that grew along the path.
I tied up my auburn hair in a pony tail using a red ribbon and intentionally put on red clothes because my mother thought it would be
'cute' cause my name was Red. I don't get why she'd name me Red though. Yeah, I did have a reddish tint in my hair, but you couldn't tell that when I was a baby. I did have a pair of big green eyes, so she might had thought about Christmas when I was born or probably cause I had red rosy cheeks when I was a baby, neither less I went outside carrying the heavy basket with the goodies in it in a completely red set of clothing.
The path I took was narrow and hard to follow because a lot of people took the shorter way. There where also a ton of rumors about it, because not long ago trees were cleared for a shorter path. One of the most ridiculous ones was about a wolf that would prey on girls who dared to take the path. Apparently he would talk to you too, which was a load of crap because animals didn't have the vocal chords humans do.
I was only about fifteen minutes away from the most boring destination ever, my grandmother's house. I went to pick up a beautiful red flower along the path. I bent down and grabbed ignoring what my mother usually said as usual, yet for some odd reason I heard her voice,
"Red, when you go your grandma's house be sure to head straight there and not dilly-dally." When I looked up a saw a pair of big yellow eyes and I froze. Before I knew it they had disappeared and I heard a sound from behind me. I quickly turned to see a wolf standing on two legs, but that was impossible.
To further my dismay he started to talk to me, “My, my. What do we have here? A young traveler by the looks of it.” He paced around in a circle only to be stopped by the sound of my voice.
“I’m just going to my grandmother’s house,” I said quickly carelessly stuffing the flower into my pockets. I simply then ignored him and quickened my place to my destination; not noticing that he headed back in the woods. He was some weirdo, probably scared people for the kicks of it, but he didn’t resemble a human at all. Possibly he was a robot someone had made, but then again was technology really advanced in here of all places?
Before I knew it I was at my grandmother’s house knocking on the door. Hesitantly I opened it not getting a response from my grandmother. I then noticed a lump in her bed cautiously I spoke, “Grandmother?”
A huge gray blob attacked me and pinned me to the floor. I never before had felt so much terror at one moment. A blood hurdling scream emitted from my mouth, perhaps the loudest scream in my whole entire life. I never felt so close to dying; it was terrifying. Neither less it was the wolf I had encountered earlier and for sure he was real. His razor teeth opened slowly as he readied his first bite of me.
Through the door came the man that I often watched chop wood when I was young and still used the term
‘grandma’ . In a brief moment he swiftly knocked the wolf off of me and cornered it, being merciless on it. (Due to too graphic words this part of the story has been shortened to be more appropriate for the general audience. Sorry for the ones looking for gory stuff. ^^’) Unfortunately my grandmother didn’t make it.
The next thing I knew I was being carried home by the man. He took the short way and it seemed it took a lot longer to get home than usual. At first my mother seemed angry when she saw me, but then she noticed various cuts that were made along my arms from the wolf’s claws. For her news of her mother’s death was too tragic, but I couldn’t help but cry too; it all was too real for words…
