C A R L A

There are times in which I wish that my life is different, that I wouldn't be a certified murderer, that my family wasn't in constant danger but those times are fleeting. I have accepted my wretched fate as anyone in my situation would have. For now, there is only one thing I can do.

Prepare.

It's almost 10 in the night, that's when she usually comes out. My silk red pajamas brush my skin as I make my way down the stairs. My mother and father are knocked out by the sleeping pills I put in their dinner. Now I can make my daily journey to the woods.

On the base of the stairwell are my favorite watermelon slippers. I slip them on and dash to the back door. I have got to hurry, time is running out. The cold hit me and I shiver but I don't even think twice about putting on a jacket. If something goes wrong I want to try and limit her as much as possible.

I run off the veranda and leave the mayor's house behind me as I sprint to the woods trying to find solace in it. The big pine trees and the mist makes Davenport forest a place where movie producers will gladly film their masterpieces. It should make me petrified but if I think about there is nothing to afraid of. I'm the monster lurking in the woods that people should run away from.

I'm close to the old dungeons of Davenport in which I lock myself in. I always stress about the time but I always make it. My slippers slap against the stone hiking path I'm walking on.

I hear leaves crunching around me, I shouldn't worry about it. The chances that it is a wood creature is huge. It could be a squirrel or even better a hedgehog. Then I hear the same disturbing sound from behind me.

I break out into a sprint but I'm too late whoever the person behind me is he or she has thrown an arm around my waist and brings me his chest. Gloved hands with a piece of cloth are pressed to my face. I almost gag, a putrid smell enters my nose. I don't think it the first time he has used it.

I hold my breath and kick his shoes before using my elbow to hit him in the abdominal area. He grunts and slackens his grip around my waist, I bring both of my elbows down to hit him in the arm and he lets loose.

Run.

That's the only thing I can think of right now. I accelerate my pace as fast as I can, I hear blood pumping in my ears. My vision turns foggy, I must have inhaled some of the drugs he tried to knock me out with.

Ragged breaths from my attacker are what I hear. My muscles start to constrict I don't have much longer before I pass out. My speed has weakened as much as my conscience.

I come to a halt and my knees drop to the hard ground beneath me. I lose control over my body and I fall down face first. The ache all over my body is the only thing that is keeping me awake. I try to move my limbs but it's useless, I can see the attacker from the corner of my eye.

Heavy black hiking boots are an item in his all-black attire. I try to look up and my breath gets stuck in my throat. A wolf's mask is covering his face, at least I hope it is a mask. My eyes feel hot, tears are spilling out. He stops his walking when he is in front of me. Panic wells up inside of me but I'm rendered useless. He whistles and uses his index finger to move a no signal.

"You ran away that's not nice, now I have to show little red why the wolf is bad", he says mimicking a child's voice. How ironic that he is talking about being bad. I peek at my watch, almost time.

Maybe he is bad but I am about to be evil.