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Petite Rouge

Once upon a time there was a young woman who neighbors and friends lovingly called ‘Pet’, short for ‘Petite’ as in ‘Little’...‘Red Riding Hood’ because as a little child, she wore a rich, red, hooded cape everywhere she went.

The tiny village she grew up in had evolved into a small city with a dead central square. Pet loved the square because it was where she grew up, but she hated it too. Something really, really deranged and dark had happened to her there when she was a child and the trauma still haunted her to this day so badly that she still could only recall parts of the tragedy that had claimed the life of her grandmother and left Pet, herself, badly wounded and mentally in pieces. The scar on her right hip that remained from the incident would begin to itch. That was the sign that she needed to ‘fortify’ her nightly medication. Her sleep would be compromised more than usual on such nights. Dream and reality would be impossible to separate.

Pet suffered horrible night terrors and at times would awaken in places where she did not go to sleep, and so, she was prescribed chloral hydrate as needed and nightly doses of Ambien. She could almost always count on her menstrual cycle as another omen that when blood began to flow, she was in dire need of heavy sedation.

So, Pet kept religious track of the moon cycles and, of course, her periodic flow.

Tonight, was the night of a super moon and Pet had put on her reddest dress and fixed her hair in glossed black waves and fixed her make up and grabbed her empty pill bottle of Ambien and dropper vessel of Chloral Hydrate to take with her to the pharmacy.

Pet enjoyed walking and the evening’s summer heat felt good on her skin as she walked through town. She had plenty of time but hurried anyway.

*****

*****

The pharmacist assistant smiled courteously as she stood on the other side of the counter, “I'm sorry ma’am, we can't fill your Ambien because you are out of refills, you are going to have to call your doctor to fill that, and we are currently out of Chloral Hydrate but we expect another shipment in tomorrow by 9am. Please check with us then.”

Pet gave the pharmacist an incredulous stare. “WHAT???!!! Can't you at least spot me a few Ambien to keep me going? I have multiple sleep disorders! Oh god. Oh no!”

“Sorry miss, we aren’t Freecycle.”

Pet hurried home, panicked and panting, to call her physician.

******

Pet could barely use the keypad on her phone her hands were shaking so badly. She drew in a deep breath as she finger pecked the last digit.

“Doctor Gneiss’ office, how may I help you?”

“I need to refill my Ambien please! Please.”

“What's your name?”

“Petite Rouge.” she could almost feel the tension suffocating her.

“Can you hold? I'll have to let the doctor know..”

“Yeah…”

Pet waited nervously, fists so tight that her knuckles had become white and her fingers tingled, through several minutes listening to the scratchy, recorded music track on the line.

“Hello, Petite?”

“Yes. Hi.”

“Dr Gneiss says that you’ll have to come in to the office for a checkup to get that refill because he hasn't seen you in over six months. The soonest I can get you in is….tomorrow morning at 9am if that works for you.”

Pet ground her teeth, feeling something in her mind pop, “You can't squeeze me in tonight?”

“I'm afraid not. The doctor is over scheduled and running late.”

Pet hung up, her eyes beginning to well and burn, a growl forming in her throat, fear and frustration getting the best of her.

There had to be a way.

……. She was feeling the metamorphosis even now as the sky began to bleed and bruise pink and dark purple while the sun submerged beneath the horizon.

Alcohol!! The alcohol closet! Drink….drunk….. drawwwwwwwnk….. Lots and lots of……of….

blood!

Pet wanted to kill that pharmacist….kill her doctor…. KILL……every fucking…….

…. .The moon appeared high and round, oversized. Pet only felt the migraine blinding her. Too bright! The trauma taking her as she split apart, psychologically, physically .. her screams almost inhuman. Her reality a nightmare.

The last thing she recalled before snarling and smashing through her front window was how that wolf….so long ago…bedded her and then……...made her eat her own grandmother………..

Fin…..

Description
Petite Rouge

Once upon a time there was a young woman who neighbors and friends lovingly called ‘Pet’, short for ‘Petite’ as in ‘Little’...‘Red Riding Hood’ because as a little child, she wore a rich, red, hooded cape everywhere she went.

The tiny village she grew up in had evolved into a small city with a dead central square. Pet loved the square because it was where she grew up, but she hated it too. Something really, really deranged and dark had happened to her there when she was a child and the trauma still haunted her to this day so badly that she still could only recall parts of the tragedy that had claimed the life of her grandmother and left Pet, herself, badly wounded and mentally in pieces. The scar on her right hip that remained from the incident would begin to itch. That was the sign that she needed to ‘fortify’ her nightly medication. Her sleep would be compromised more than usual on such nights. Dream and reality would be impossible to separate.

Pet suffered horrible night terrors and at times would awaken in places where she did not go to sleep, and so, she was prescribed chloral hydrate as needed and nightly doses of Ambien. She could almost always count on her menstrual cycle as another omen that when blood began to flow, she was in dire need of heavy sedation.

So, Pet kept religious track of the moon cycles and, of course, her periodic flow.

Tonight, was the night of a super moon and Pet had put on her reddest dress and fixed her hair in glossed black waves and fixed her make up and grabbed her empty pill bottle of Ambien and dropper vessel of Chloral Hydrate to take with her to the pharmacy.

Pet enjoyed walking and the evening’s summer heat felt good on her skin as she walked through town. She had plenty of time but hurried anyway.

*****

*****

The pharmacist assistant smiled courteously as she stood on the other side of the counter, “I'm sorry ma’am, we can't fill your Ambien because you are out of refills, you are going to have to call your doctor to fill that, and we are currently out of Chloral Hydrate but we expect another shipment in tomorrow by 9am. Please check with us then.”

Pet gave the pharmacist an incredulous stare. “WHAT???!!! Can't you at least spot me a few Ambien to keep me going? I have multiple sleep disorders! Oh god. Oh no!”

“Sorry miss, we aren’t Freecycle.”

Pet hurried home, panicked and panting, to call her physician.

******

Pet could barely use the keypad on her phone her hands were shaking so badly. She drew in a deep breath as she finger pecked the last digit.

“Doctor Gneiss’ office, how may I help you?”

“I need to refill my Ambien please! Please.”

“What's your name?”

“Petite Rouge.” she could almost feel the tension suffocating her.

“Can you hold? I'll have to let the doctor know..”

“Yeah…”

Pet waited nervously, fists so tight that her knuckles had become white and her fingers tingled, through several minutes listening to the scratchy, recorded music track on the line.

“Hello, Petite?”

“Yes. Hi.”

“Dr Gneiss says that you’ll have to come in to the office for a checkup to get that refill because he hasn't seen you in over six months. The soonest I can get you in is….tomorrow morning at 9am if that works for you.”

Pet ground her teeth, feeling something in her mind pop, “You can't squeeze me in tonight?”

“I'm afraid not. The doctor is over scheduled and running late.”

Pet hung up, her eyes beginning to well and burn, a growl forming in her throat, fear and frustration getting the best of her.

There had to be a way.

……. She was feeling the metamorphosis even now as the sky began to bleed and bruise pink and dark purple while the sun submerged beneath the horizon.

Alcohol!! The alcohol closet! Drink….drunk….. drawwwwwwwnk….. Lots and lots of……of….

blood!

Pet wanted to kill that pharmacist….kill her doctor…. KILL……every fucking…….

…. .The moon appeared high and round, oversized. Pet only felt the migraine blinding her. Too bright! The trauma taking her as she split apart, psychologically, physically .. her screams almost inhuman. Her reality a nightmare.

The last thing she recalled before snarling and smashing through her front window was how that wolf….so long ago…bedded her and then……...made her eat her own grandmother………..

Fin…..