My name is Little Red Riding Hood. My friends call me Red. I live in New York City with my parents. I live in the dark side of town. It was the only apartment we could afford after we moved here from the country. My grandmother lived here. She was killed in a gang shooting. The one who killed her follows me. It is known, that he only follows the ones he kills. No one knows who he is, where he lives, or what his name is. He's all one big mystery. I fear that whenever I leave the apartment, he's following me. I don't know why he wants me, but I do know, if I can't get away, I'll be next. Here's my story.
"Bye mom. I'm going to grandma's apartment. I'll see you later, ok?" I yelled on the way out of the door. My grandmother lived in New York with us. I baked some cookies and decided to bring them too her. I was of those girls who like to bake things and then bring them to people. It was a sunny August afternoon and everything was going great. About half way to my grandma's I heard the screech of car tired and a bunch of gun shots go off. I started to run then. The gun shots had come around the corner right by my grandmother's apartment building. When I got around the corner, I saw someone lying there. She was older and had on a sweater. The same sweater I had gotten my grandmother for her birthday last year. I was in total freak mode then. I started to run even faster. As soon as I got close enough, I realized that it was my grandmother. I started screaming at everyone to back away. No one listened. I dropped everything I was carrying and started to shove people at an attempt to get closer. They only shoved me back.
"This is no place for a little girl," a big burly man told me. He started to pull me away and tried to get me to find my parents. "Go back home. You don't belong here right now,".
"You don't understand!" I yelled. "That's my grandmother! That woman lying on the ground over there is my grandmother! Let me go to her! Let me go!"
He eventually let me go. I ran faster than ever to get to my grandmother. I checked for a pulse. It was very weak. She didn't have much time and we all knew it. I dug in my pocket and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello, Operater speaking". The operater said. She had a very nasaly voice, but I couldn't think about that now, my grandmother was dying.
"My grandmother has been shot. Her pulse is really slow and weak. I need and ambulance and hurry!"
"Wait. Tell me where you are."
"I'm at 1889 6th street. The Mullingar Apartment Suite."
"I'll get some one there as fast as I can. Keep her alive. Do what you can and we'll be there soon." After that she hung up. The operator with the nasaley voice hung up and left me not knowing what to do.
"Somebody help me! I don't know what to do. Help me, please! Somebody!" Just then the same big burly man came and started telling me what to do.
*ok so i just started this story and i don't know what to do anymore. if u have any ideas message me or write it in ur review. luv u