I sit on my bed staring at the hideous creature that greeted me in the mirror, his grey eyes dull yet seeping with evil. His giant paws housing his terrifying claws that look as if they were sets of daggers ready to kill. I slowly study the monster in front me, every hideous inch of it. I look down at my own paws that reflect the image in the mirror. Then I hear them start again, the fighting. I cover my ears and begin to cry, my breaths heaving from the effort. Hiccups of sobs escape my jaws as I slowly curl into a ball. I wish I had friends, someone to talk to and someone who I can escape this hell with. I don't want to be so lonely anymore. I'm a hideous beast and evil courses through my veins. People have a right to be afraid, I am a creature to be feared, I deserve to feel like this. I stay in here for what feels like minutes but in reality it is days. My stomach grumbles in hunger, and my eyes and muscles burn from lack of sleep. My face feels stiff from the tears that have dried there, lines of salt striping my face. I look up for a second more to see the monster laying there, eyes blood shot and fuzzy, fur spiked up in awkward positions making it seem more terrifying than ever before. I don't want to leave. My aching muscles shake from the sudden weight put onto them, my head spins and I feel like I might fall. I slowly stumble over to the shower, holding myself up as I fear of falling. The warm water relaxes my stiff muscles and I slowly slide down to sit in the bath letting the water soak my face, wash away any evidence of my weakness. I can feel more tears brew and I let them fall then be washed away down the drain. I slowly dry my body and let the towel linger on my face hiding my swollen eyes. I sit on the floor like that for a while letting myself calm down, letting my brain fix itself again so I could go out and face my parents.

 I slowly walk out, the yelling seems to have died down and all I can hear is sobbing. I walk into my parents' bedroom, my mother sitting on the bed with her paws covering her face crying, my father pacing the room telling her to "toughen up and tell him." She slowly lifts her head, and begins speaking, not making eye contact the whole time. "You can't stay here anymore, we don't have enough money and looking after you is too tough for us now." "Stop being so easy on him. We don't care about you, we never did. You have wasted so much of our time, you are a disgrace. You couldn't even make friends and you never will. We want you out of the house by tonight." He growled, glaring in Mum's direction, as she cowers away. I can feel a tear slide down my face and I wipe it away angrily, looking at my mother in disgust as she hides her face beneath the covers, then to my father who glares back at me. "Fine," I yell, "you didn't do anything for me anyway, I looked after myself. I never cared about you either." Then I bolt to my bedroom where I lock myself up again and cry for hours as I shove what little belongings I have into the tiny suitcase under my bed, the one with the broken latch and fading maroon colour. Once I have finished packing I look up to see the one thing I haven't packed, the photograph of me and my parents when I was a pup, when we were all happy. Rage fills me as flashes of what my father said to me pop into my head. I grab the frame, throwing it to the floor letting it smash into tiny pieces exposing the paper inside. I snatch it up, blood dripping from my paws as glass digs into my flesh, but the adrenaline fuels me and I don't feel any pain. I tear the paper into tiny fragments, not wanting to have any memory of my parents at all, leaving the mess for them to worry about. I slowly leave my room and walk towards the door, some part of me wishing that they would come out, tell me that they are sorry and that they don't want me to leave. But it never happens. Neither one of them show their face as I walk out the door and into the darkness of the incoming night, a single tear sliding down my face, and I let it stay there. I needed to leave anyway, they just brought me pain, I'm sure I'll be able to find friends... I have to find friends. I just have to.

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Two years later...

I spot a rabbit in the distance and my stomach begins to growl. I feel my lips curl into a grin as I crouch, hiding from its view, preparing myself for the chase. I ready myself, about to leap out when I hear someone singing, my eyes picking up on the prodding of her footsteps as she skips along, scaring the rabbit away. But I no longer feel the need to catch the rabbit, my hunger like a distant dream. I find myself walking towards the girl, fascinated by her, stopping to sniff flowers and to talk to the animals. Her perfect porcelain skin accenting a beautiful red hood that cascaded down her back to her knees. I feel something click inside me as I realise that she could be my friend, she is perfect. She would be perfect, she won't judge me for who I am. My excitement causes me to jump out of the bushes, tears welling in my eyes as I say hello asking her what her name is. What she is doing out in the woods and where she I going. When she doesn't give me her name I decide to call her Red, imagining us talking and laughing. But then my excitement recedes as I notice her stepping away, fear in her eyes as she says "I am not supposed to talk to strangers, I must go, my grandma is waiting for me" as she slowly walks away from me, never taking her eyes off me as she goes until she is completely out of sight. I feel rage fill my body as memories of what the horrible thing I called my Father said, his voice echoes in my head saying "I told you so". I feel a tear fall and I wipe it away screaming "I hate you!" rushing into the bushes bursting into tears, crying hysterically. I stay like that for hours until I find myself shaking with rage, my heaving breaths evening out as I gain control over my body again, darkness shielding my vision and I no longer feel the urge to find friends, all I want is revenge. I hear the pounding of my feet as I run through the forest letting branches whip against my face, and let the blood that was drawn drip down my face, licking it away with my long tongue. I don't feel anything other than my thirst for blood and the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Poor stupid Red isn't going to get to her Grandma in time, I'm going to rip her to pieces and eat every part of her, enjoying the crunch of her bones as I devour her and let the blood dribble off my chin. Won't Red have a surprise?

I slow as I near the cottage mouth dribbling with anticipation, even the old hag will be a great meal for my starving body, her old wrinkled skin will still taste amazing compared to the old carcass of decaying animals. I neared the door and knocked twice hearing the old women cry out "Who is there?" and I put on my best imitation of Red to fool her into thinking that she was there to see her ill grandmother. "It is I Grandma, I have brought you some cakes and things to help you get better." I hear hushed breathing as she says "the door is open." And I open the door and leap upon her shoving her to the ground my jaws snapping, drool dripping onto her face as she tries her best to keep them from snapping her up. She slaps me and hits me but I feel nothing but my racing heart beat in my chest. I claw at her arms blood dripping to the floor bringing my animal like senses on edge, I feel darkness wash over my eyes and when the light comes back again the old women is gone, and all that is left is a pool of dark thick blood, my hunger settled the slightest bit,, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue. I crawl over to the old rocking chair and haul myself up onto it as I let my stomach settle form that feed although my hunger will not be satisfied until I experience the sweet taste of Reds blood. I sit there waiting patiently for Red to knock on the door my body ready for this next meal. I hear the familiar hum of Reds song as she skips up to the door and I ready myself to pounce. I hear a knock and the sickly sweet voice come out of her mouth saying "Grandma, it is me, I am here to deliver you some goods to make you feel better as I heard you were ill." I cleared my throat and said in the shaky voice of Gran "the door is open" as the door slowly open and Red walked in I leapt from my position in the chair shoving Red against the wall. My hunting instincts clicking immediately. I pounce onto her my long tongue licking my blood stained lips as I tell her how it felt to eat her grandmother and how much better it will feel to have her to. She screamed and a growled in response as we both wrestle on the ground red slapping and punching me with all her might, holding my open jaws away from her face. She rolls over pushing me to the ground and I automatically shove her off, her back crashing into the mirror, shattering it. I take the chance to leap upon her as she is down and she shoves me her hands fumbling around the floor until she grabs a piece of glass shoving it into my gut, shoving me off her my blood all over her perfect skin. I feel the blood ooze through my fur and pool around my body, I feel my time running out as the life drains out of me. "I just wanted to be your friend, you were horrible and judged me... I hate you." I barely whisper as I feel darkness consume me and I fall into the eternal sleep we call death.

The End.