Lesson learned:
I walk back slowly to my den. My heart is broken as I relive in my head the experience that I had by the lake. Could it have all really been a dream? For that moment, you were so real. I can still smell your scent upon my fur. I would be lying if I did not enjoy the experience, even if it was in my dreams. It just makes me wonder if I have that good of an imagination for this to not have been real. Every little detail seemed so clear.
Back home I drink away my thoughts and crash hard. I feel the need to pleasure myself to finish the tease I had experienced earlier, but my heart’s just not into it. So I bury my emotions deep down inside and let the drink take the night away.
The Next Morning
I wake up late with my head pounding. I’m more confused than I was last night. Some of the memories start to fade and I question my own sanity. I try to relive the details but it only makes me feel that much worse that maybe it all was a ruse. I kick myself all morning and wonder if its time to give up on you Little Red. But what if?
I head out to clear my hangover with some fresh air. My determination to move on is growing stronger as I sober up. My anger begins to grow for allowing myself to get so carried away. I walk faster and faster till I’m running through the woods. I have no idea where I’m going but I’m running away from the emotions that have been so torn. I have no idea how long I ran or for how far but the forest accepts me as I go. Finally my legs give out as my lungs burn from the exertion. So I stop and drop my head with a broken heart. I’ve lost all hope.
Without warning a hand falls on my shoulder. It’s comforting in my moment of sorrow but I don’t even have it in me to look who it is. I just bask in my sorrow as I shed a tear. The hand moves from my shoulder and under my chin and I can feel the presence of someone with me. With the encouragement of a hand lifting my head I finally see who it is. A red cape cover’s her head and the shadows hide her face but I know her, I know you. I remember that scent. My eyes lift and I try to focus through the tears. Is that you Little Red Riding Hood? I have been fooled before but I want to believe. But I cant handle disappointment again! I blink to clear the tears but you don’t disappear. You smile at me to lift my spirits and my heart stops.
My legs quiver under my weight as the exhaustion mixes with the unexpected sight of you. Our eyes are locked and I don’t see any fear in your eyes. It’s like you have known me before and learned to trust me some how. I should be a scare to you and not something that draws you in, but yet here you are.
I want to say something. I want to tell you about yesterday. Maybe you can confirm I’m not crazy, but what if I am. If I told you the things I dreamt about you there is no way you would be ok with me right now. But if we really had a moment by the lake… Shit it doesn’t matter as your hand right now is upon me. I cant help but let my jaw drop as I pant from the growing heat inside.
When you drop your hood, your red hair flowed over your shoulders in waves. With dropping the hood, also the shadows that hid your face are gone and your eyes burn with life. Your lips are redder than the cherries in spring. Your cheeks as pink as the sunrise upon the clouds. When your hand drops slightly away, instinct brings me to lick your hand as a sign of trust, but selfishly I wanted to taste your flesh.
I begin to catch my breathe and my senses. You seem to catch yours as well as you stand to your feet and slowly back away. I try to minimize myself by laying my belly in the dirt in fear that I startled you. Your eyes change from curiosity and burning with life to a look of total fear. Your hand that just comforted me now trembles uncontrollably. Your arms cross your chest holding yourself tight. But you are no longer looking at me but at what is beyond me. I sit up startled at your reaction. I cock my head as I read your fear. A scream parts your lips just before the urge to run overtakes you.
I turn as you run to see a black bear standing tall above me. His claws are the size of my whole paw, his teeth yellowed and sharp snarl through a gaping wide mouth. His roar boasts his unruly nature. His weight begins to carry him forward and I fear he has ill intentions for my Little Red.
I am to my feet and turn instantly to face this aggressor. As his weight carries him forward, I lunge for his throat. I feel my fangs pierce through his flesh, as my claws rip at his thick fur. I must have caught him off guard as he writhes under my grasp as he tries to remove my grasp. My hold doesn’t last and a claw, moving at insatiable speed, hits me square in the side sending me hard to the ground.
I remember the sound I made as my body collided with the earth. I try to regain my footing but my body does not respond. I lay lifeless in the dirt and I am aware of warm liquid that runs down my side. I raise my head in anticipation that I will see my end, but the bear is gone. A terrible thought fills me with dread that you, Little Red, are now at this beasts mercy as I lay helpless upon the ground. But the thought is fleeting as I succumb to my injuries. Blackness wraps around me and I remember no more.
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