Full Moon
Full Moon
Chapter one - first sight
The Karen PG-13 rated version of The Little Red Riding Hood.
Hollywood don't get much things right. Destroying and distorting the original stories to somebody’s life. It’s cruel. Inconsiderate and disgustingly selfish. I know because I lived that life.
I was the little red riding hood.
Three things I need to clear with you before I start my story. Firstly, not I was a little girl; I was seventeen when this unfortunate event happened to me. Secondly, I was not visiting my grandma to give her muffins and cake. She was already died when this happened. I was there to visit her grave. And thirdly, the wolf was not bad. In fact; he saved me. In the most painful way a person can be saved…
This is my once upon a time…
The one thing I grew without in my life was common sense. I had none of it. Which give me the lack of intelligence. I’ve made many wrong decisions in my life, but this is not one of them. Most of me was controlled by the feeling. My heart, not my brain. Sympathy was the most powerful one. The one that led me here today.
The only thing that Hollywood did get right was the clothing. I did wear a Lolita outfit. Double-hexed ribboned in front and sleeves, white frilly laced edges, huge bowed tied as a collar and a hood with a long cape. The clothing was correct except for one thing; the colour. It was not red, it was black. Hollywood probably just chose to dress me red because it being a strong primary colour. Catches people attention.
Sick moneysuckers.
Oh, I suppose they got the scenery right too. I did go into a forest, a very, very dark
apprehensive forest. Forbidden eyes lurked into my peripheral vision, hissing. Probably the vampires that thirsted for my blood. Sickening whispers echoed through the wood. The good vampires threatening me to leave and bad vampires calling me with their seductive voices, like a cat’s purr.
Full moon tonight-yes, it did happen in the night, not the day.
The time for werewolves to hunt was now, tonight. Everything evil arose from death siestas as everything good was memorized to sleep by what they thought was the gentle moonlight, but it was actually apart of the evilness’s plan-spellbind.
I was neither good nor bad. I was neutral-human.
Like I said, my grandma died long before I existed. I knew absolutely nothing about her. But she was the only person left. At least I knew where her body lied. Everybody else in my family was gone. To be with the wind, they told me and left. In the perfect scene for me to witness, not caring of my fearful screaming cries. Scarring memories, that still haunts in my dreams. A month after I was sent a sliver elaborate box. Inside, only to find a tiny bottle of blood and with a streak of plasma on top and a letter only saying the blood was a mixed of my once belonged parents and that I was expected to carry it with me always. That was all. I didn’t even know if they were end or alive.
With this bottle of blood, I was supposed to be protected. But it has given me nothing but a lustful scent from the monster to appetite on. But I still carried it with me around my neck, as nostalgia.
I was nearly there. I cleared the spiky ferns and collected the poison ness flowers on the way. Beautiful but deadly. Like most things evil.
Out of the misty fogs I found the giant, detail patterned gate, the door to my grandma’s. It was a bit strange since the cemetery did not have walls surrounding it-just a giant ghostly gate, in telling the front. But I still entered through. Some things can not be seen with human eyes.
Everything was old, lost and forgotten -that is, everything except for my grandma’s tombstone.
Rosaline Ashley Feline, it engraved-the only name that my heart knew. Everybody else names left inside betray.
The arranged the poison ness flowers in front of her tombstone. It was not a cheap gift. In fact, it was highly and deeply respectful. If it wasn’t for my poison ness flowers-grandma would be rotting away as a zombie right now.
There a legend that tells a love story, it once said;
He waited for a longing return.
His hope never tinted to fade.
His heart grew old and so did his eyes.
Slowly but surely the fire in them started to die.
Waiting.
Forever waiting.
For the love of his life to return.
Miracles do happen, yes, indeed.
But not today, not to him.
Believing, that he did.
Forever, a flower on her tombstone.
Some day she would the smell the lovely scent. Her mind would awaken to the freshness of love.
Her eyes will open.
His heart will continue to beat.
You hear this passage, you think it is sweet. But you are lucky that you do not know the complete. A human falling for a memory-seeking zombie is not my kind of bedtime story. But it gave me hope. That maybe, my grandma will awaken to intoxicatingly delicious flowers and recover my relative love.
I stared at my grandma’s tombstone, eyes completely lifeless.
The legend in my mind continued;
A person never dies,
Never.
She remains in your heart, your memories.
Her smile, you will always see.
Her laugh, you will always hear.
Her touch, you will always feel.
Never dying,
Her love, Forever,
With you.
I wondered on the last bit. I wondered about the love that my parents gave to me. What is that? Nothing? Yes. Probably. Their love so not exist. Not for me. Then I wondered about the love of the character in the legend. Alec, I think his name was called. He loved Scarlett very much. Even in the fact that she was a lunatic zombie, even the fact that Scarlett wanted Alec dead to feed on her own selfish need, even the fact that somebody else already wanted Alec and that she was a much reasonable choice for him.
But unconditional love, it is irrational and utterly blind.
The verses of the legend sang in poetry on my head;
Why live?
When the person you love cannot see.
Why breathe?
When it is much easier just to sink into ocean,
And drown in your tears.
Why hope?
Hope for what?
For her to return,
Or for him to love you?
“Just die. Then you can forever dream,” A strange perfect voice sounded.
There were the last lines of the stanza.
I swung my body around in shock.
There, the most beautiful creature stood in front of me.
Then, little did I know, I was the one that was going to retell the legend.
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