Lost in the Woods It was dark. She couldn’t see anything. Little Red Riding Hood was running through the woods barely able to navigate through the trees. She tripped over the root of a tree and landed hard on the forest floor. She tried to regroup, not even being able to remember how she got there. Why was she in the wood? And what was she running from?
She heard a rustle in the bushes behind her and turned around only to see the wolf staring at her. She suddenly remembered what she was running from.
“Why are you still running from me Red?” he asked, “You’ll never be able get away.” Little Red stumbled over twigs and low plants trying to scoot away from the wolf.
“Why me?” Little Red asked, “Why do you want me?”
“Oh Red,” the Wolf responded, “it’s not my fault that I have to run after you like this. I’m actually quite tired. You brought me here, this is your fault.”
“I don’t understand,” Red stuttered, “What did I do? Please tell me, I’ll do anything to fix what I have done.”
“It’s far too late for that, dear. There’s nothing else to do. But don’t worry, you’re not the first kill of my day, so no need to feel singled out, although that death was your fault too.” He smirked.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Oh Red, too bad that you had to lose her, but you made me. I had no choice.”
“Who? Who was it?” she paused, suddenly realizing who, “You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.”
“Sorry Red, Granny is gone,” his face grinned, “and it’s all your fault. Your decisions brought me here. Your life is being destroyed one step at a time and the only person left to blame is you.”
As he got closer to her, she began to feel light-headed and couldn’t move to getaway.
She could barely speak. “I… I don’t understand,” she stammered helplessly.
“It’s a shame it happened to you so young. What a lovely girl you used to be, with your basket for granny and your pigtails.”
As he reached out to finish her off, she blacked out and woke up on the floor of an old building where she and her friends had been hanging out the night before, surrounded by empty bottles.
She remembered what she had really done the night before. She began to weep as she recalled her dream, realizing her mistakes. She yelled out loud into the empty room, “Please don’t be too late for me! Please!”
