So hey, I've decided I'm going to start posting around twice a week, but probably (and I hate saying this) but you know when… school starts (uggg I said it) I might not be as loyal… so…. Yah, but I have a while (like 3 weeks) before that so we should be good. So I'm sorry for saying the S word, (the school One… [Ugg I said it again]) But anyway please Read!

Summary: what if Red never Killed Peter? What if something else happened? What if he lost something? A Hand, I suppose? What if he replaced that hand with a hook?

Disclaimer: I Do NOT own the story, plot, etc.

Okay so I'm no genius and all but isn't it kind of ironic how his hand and peters-, and how his girlfriend- and how peter did leave before to go to overseas and he's a- but it couldn't be. I mean that's weird, and strange.

"Well I should be going" he said "nice necklace by the way" he had a smile on his face then he walked off it took me a while but as soon as he was out of plain sight I realized.

He's Peter. Hook is peter. Peter is Hook. Peter is Alive!

That Thursday morning it was raining, hard, all day. And due to how "dog-like" I am, I faked being sick and granny let me stay home, it was perfect, because I had a feeling Hook, I mean peter, I mean, whatever you want to call him, would probably show up, and the fact that I'm pretty sure he knew it was me, I mean he seemed not to taken back by my story, on how I bit off peters hand- I mean his hand…. Ugg it's so confusing.

So I laid back down in my bed in an attempt to get more sleep, but then I realized something.

HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?! HE WAS ALIVE! AND I THOUGHT I HAD KILLED HIM! WHO DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! They just go around pretending like nothing happen when he knows that a certain girl seems to be carrying a burden THAT DIDN'T EXSIST!

So now I guess you could say I was furious! Angry, livid, fuming, enraged, mad, and all the other adj. (A/N: sorry don't know how to spell it but you know what it means) words that are from the word furious! He knew it was me the whole time!

He was playing a mind trick. I could tell, he always seemed to be doing that, but now he was even better, and cockier, and I still don't get the whole eyeliner look.

So I have come to a conclusion. 1)I can never be seen in public,2)I will hide, 3)act sick,4) run away(although theirs very limited place I could go) 5)I would have to quit Granny's but couldn't tell her why, 6)leave my house, because its WAY to close to granny's and he could follow me home (hence last night…) 7) and I would live in the forest, and be a wolf the rest of my life.8) Or if 7 didn't work (does a really dramatic gulp) cross the Storybrooke line, and lose my memory forever. (Number eights only if it gets worse.

At this time while writing my Running Away Note I decided I would only be able to take all my non red cloths(Even the Red Hood) and leave them here, which meant I had a limited supply, of 2 pairs of jeans and one black Tee-shirt, flack sneakers, and a black hood(what red and black really go together).

So I slipped on the jeans, the shirt, the shoes, and he hood. Left my note on my dresser, and left the house. I was going to be going away from the city portion of Storybrooke.

I felt bad, but not that bad I was for the best, in so many ways. For example, when Peter was alive, before I thought he was dead, after I found out he was alive (if that makes any since) I was very careless when it became to wolfieness. And I got crazier than ever (before I even knew about the whole wolf thing). So it could save someone's life.

I threw on my hood and headed out into that very rainy wet day. And I think it actually ended up being the worst possible thing ever. For one it was pouring down rain, literally, and so you couldn't really see anything, even if it was the middle of the day. So of course if you can't see anything, then more than likely it probably wasn't the best idea for me to cross the street. Because if I couldn't see a black van until the last minute, then how could they possibly see me all dressed in black until the last minute?

So the last thing I remember was me screaming a big black car pouring down rain and blood, lots and lots of blood. Oh and pane, but still mostly blood. Then everything went black.

Now if you're wondering what happened, let's just make one think kristal clear. I'm not dead. Obviously, or the story would have ended with the sentence with a scream, and I wouldn't be telling you this. So yes someone got hurt, that someone being me. Whoop dee doo. Oh but the best part isn't even that I lived through a car hitting me and a mild concussion with a broken arm. No guess who happened to be standing at the end of my bed when I woke up?

Yep! That's right you guessed it! None other than Captain Hook, or The Huntsmen (wood cutter) Peter or Killian Jones. WHATEVER you prefer.

"You took a nasty spill" he said

But I didn't answer.

"The accident didn't affect you way of talking? Did it" he said it jokingly but I still didn't answer.

Dr. Whale walk in and started "oh good your awake well everything-"but he didn't finish he turned to Hook~slash~Peter~slash~well you get the picture. "I'm sorry but only family is aloud her, unless you are blood related or her spouse, or kids I suggest you leave."

"Well it looks like you are going to be just fine, with being hit by a car, you only have a mild concussion and a broken arm. Now you will need to stay here over night so we can examine you, and then you will be free to go, just no running or any really active things for about a week and you should be good." He said then walked out of the room.

'Okay I can do that' I thought to myself, until I realized tonight was a full moon.

okay so I think I'm on a role this chapter is also over 1,000 words. Anyway thanks for all you reviewed. um.. this time can I have 10? is it to much to ask for?

-Mel