It’s been days since I last saw my sister. We were trapped in this forsaken forest for days before we got separated. Damn our father for making us tread into this cursed place. Just hours ago, I heard my sister scream in horror. I remember racing towards her voice, but the sound of snapping jaws, growls, and howls stopped me in my tracks. In seconds, her screaming stopped, silenced forever.
Poor Gretel. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to save you.
I’m already nearing death and my sanity is wearing thin. I learned to evade the wolves and to feed off the earth, but it’s not enough to keep me alive. My body grows weaker and weaker as the minutes go by. I can hear the trees taunting me and telling me to give up. The river calls me to her. She lulls me into a trance. Her waves beg me to join them. I wonder if I’m strong enough to resist. I end up sitting by the river the whole evening and the sun’s early rays break me free from the river’s tempting hold. I move on along the river’s path downstream. I see smoke billow above the thin part of the trees. It meant that there was a place of refuge. My feet pick up speed and I find mysef before an old cabin. It appears to be ordinary from a distance, but as I get closer, I see the cabin’s true form. It is made of every food I could think of. There are sweets, meats, and so much more. The cabin is a feast for anyone who comes across it. Without another thought, I dig my teeth into the very walls that hold the food cabin up. The smell of the food fills my nose, but I soon realize that something has gone wrong. My mouth is filled with wooden splinters, which I immediately, but struggle to spit out.
“You foolish boy, you’ve fallen under my trap.”
I look to the cabin’s entrance and see a woman standing at the doorway. She stands tall and an ornate cloak adorns her body. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes full of life. Her body appears to be so soft and supple. She circles around me and I follow her with my gaze.
“You try to eat my house, so now, I must eat you, soul and all.”
Those words echo in my mind as I feel the rush of the warm and filling blood gush down my throat. The meat of her neck mashing nicely in my mouth.
Finally, real food.
Well, that’s my take on Hansel and Gretel, obviously. Happy Bloody Valentine’s Day!