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Little Red Riding Hood

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Run, run, run Little Red Riding Hood. As fast as your legs can carry you through the woods and don't you ever, never, look back at the big bad wolf.

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Ring. The keyboard sounds as I play a C and hum, warming up my voice. It was a daily chore for me and usually took about fifteen minutes or so before I was actually ready to sing and make or record a song. This time though, I knew the warm up would take longer than usual and wasn't sure if I could finish it without tearing up and balling my eyes out. It was just so sad...

I glance up from my keyboard at Lil' Red. It's been two weeks since her...accident (and almost two weeks of nonstop tears) and while she's physically looking better, her mental state hasn't changed. She hasn't remembered anything much. Even when I sing her the songs I've performed with her, she doesn't seem to recognize the lyrics or notes she once sang. I thought for sure that would be a breakthrough because I know how much she loves music. Or loved? Oh, I don't know. This amnesia thing has got me real confused.

"Andre?" Cat suddenly asks, staring into my eyes with her big ol' brown eyes that could just melt a dude. Even though she said my name, it's not because she remembers me, rather because I kept visiting her these last two weeks constantly. I'd bring her flowers and write her songs that would say, 'from Andre.' Actually, there was one time where I swear I saw a flash of recollection through her sparkling eyes. I had been walking around her room, looking at all the cards and stuff she got from people (that she didn't remember) and she asked me something. "Where's my giraffe?" At first I didn't realize what she was talking about and thought she was just all wonky from being hit by that car, but then I thought about it a little bit and she WAS making sense. She had a purple giraffe that she used to carry around everywhere. What was it's name again?

"Yeah, Cat?" I answer while I stop playing my keyboard and lock eyes with her.

"I want to get up," she says in all seriousness. I stare at her for a bit, processing the information. She wants to get up? The past two weeks she hasn't expressed any will to be up and about! I abruptly stand up, shocked. Oh great chiz, would today finally be the day? She hasn't really been up since the accident (as far as I know). I nearly jump out of my skin.

"I'll get a doctor!" I say excitedly, my voice cracking. But she shakes her head and throws her legs over the sides of the bed, having no intention of waiting for a doctor that may or may not say yes.

"Uh, Lil' Red, I don't think you should be doing that..." I caution her, debating whether to rush over to her or go grab a doctor. She clearly ignores me as she grabs onto a nearby table and tries to steady herself as she slowly puts weight onto her fragile legs.

"Look at me, Andre!" she laughs, smiling widely, revealing her right dimple. I chuckle nervously as I run over to her and help her steady herself, glad the doctors had taken the IV's out a few hours ago (I'm still not sure why). She's real wobbly and flails her arm as she tries to gain her balance. It breaks my heart to see her so weak. These last fews days she's been a little more disheartened then usual. Though she'd never admit it to anyone (but maybe Jade who currently looks like a wreck from sleeping here almost every night), she needs help even to get up and go to the bathroom. The doctors fear something is wrong because instead of gaining her strength back, she's acting like she's...losing it. Even though the road burns and other injuries are starting to heal, her strength isn't coming back.

"Yeah, look at you, Cat," I smile as I help her take a few steps from her bedside, but inside my heart is chipping. Any normal person wouldn't be proud of this (unless of course they're a baby), but it's all Cat can look forward to. Walking. That's all she wants to do. That's all I want to give her. She also fears she's getting fat (which she's not) because she's not moving, so she's been boycotting some of the meals, and the meals she does eat, she only finishes half because she runs out of energy from chewing and swallowing.

A tear comes to my eye. I've always been an emotional, sensitive guy.

"Wo-Woah!" a shout comes from the red haired girl as she falls down and a loud crash is heard. Oh god, I was NOT paying attention. Oh crap! What if she broke her arm? Or her nose? Or her face? Or worse...What if she broke everything! I quickly bend down and give her a look over.

"A-Are you hurt?" I asked, getting all weird in the head. I hate when this happens!

"No..." she whimpers, biting her lip and I can tell she's holding back tears. She bruises so easily now in days that I wouldn't be surprised if she hurt herself quite badly...because of me.

"Let's get you back on the bed, Cat," I say, lightly grabbing her arms to help her up, having a mini panic attack, but she's shaking her head.

"No, I want to do this," she persists, making a pouty face and I just look at her for a moment. Cat, you are one of a kind. I quickly and efficiently help her to her feet. She's always getting me to do what she wants.

"Are you sure?" I caution, not sure if I could stand it if she fell again. I mean, the doctors didn't even know what we were doing. Maybe I should tell them. They could talk some sense into her, right? Whenever Cat wanted to do something, she wasn't persuaded to give up easily, even though she was a gentle soul.

"Yep," she says, nodding fiercely and a smile twitches at the corner of my mouth.

"Then let's go," I agree (what can I say? I'm a pushover) and help her take a few more steps. Each step I can see her eyes lighting up a little bit though there's perspiration on her forehead from trying so hard. She's concentrating so hard and I fear she may be over concentrating.

"I think that's good," I recommend, also sweating, but not from exertion.

"No, we have to do this, Andre. Please?" she stands firm and I can tell she wasn't asking. So I help her walk a few more steps and soon we're out in the hall. Great, now the doctors will see us and I'll get in trouble and I'll never be able to come back in here and then I won't know what will be up with Cat because I won't be able to visit her an-

BANG.

"Oh my god! Cat!" I squeal as she falls to the ground, hard. Once again, I lost my focus and let her fall. "Are you okay!" I bend down next to her, my hand on her shoulder.

"I want to go back now," she almost cries as she puts her arms around my waist and buries her head in my chest. She's breathing heavily and shaking a bit and another piece of my heart crumbles. Oh Cat...What's happened to you? What's happened to my little Red Riding Hood that gave everyone her red velvet cupcakes always with a smile?

"Yeah, we can go back now," I promise and pick her up in my arms, her small hands clutching my red shirt and her face buried in my chest. I walk back into the room and gently put her back on the bed she's supposed to be confined to. I pull the covers over her and hope to the world she isn't running a fever...because of me.

"I did good, right?" I hear her ask and I can't help but smile proudly. She was like a little kid and you couldn't help but want to look after her.

"Yeah, you did real good," I say.

"Tomorrow can we try more? Please?" she pleads, knowing that I have trouble staying strong under her childlike gaze.

"Let's not get to ahead of ourselves," I warn, but I know she can tell I'm not being serious.

She smiles contentedly and her eyes start to close. She's really tired.

"I better go," I tell her and start to leave when her tiny voice stops me.

"Hey Andre?"

"Yeah, bud?" I ask, wondering what was up now.

"I remember you...I think."

I think my heart just skipped a beat.


Next Chapter: "It's Because of You I Hurt"- ROBBIE'S POV

Everyone always thought that he was just the strange boy with the puppet. But she always said he was the wonderful boy with the outstanding personality.