I was Gretel. And I hated my father for the decision he made. True it was hard, but we were family.
We wondered aimlessly in the forest. Looking for any source of food. I need to eat. I really need too!
"Words said that a witch roamed this forest, Gretel." Hansel said.
"Don't believe in gossips, Hansel." I snapped. "Witches don't exist."
"They do, Gretel. A bunch of children in our town went missing." He insisted.
"Shut up, Hansel." I growled as I turn to face him. "There is no such thing as a witch."
Hansel took a fearful step back. "Gre-Gretel, your eyes." He stuttered.
"What's wrong with my eyes, Hansel?" I asked sinisterly, baring a fang.
"You.. you're the witch." He accused.
"I am not a witch!" I shrieked, jumping at him before he could run. "How many times do I have to tell you?! Witches doesn't exist!"
"Gretel!" He shouted before I lunged at his neck, tearing his flesh.
I am not a witch. I am still Gretel. A little girl who loves eating what smells best. And human does.
I wasn't supposed to eat Hansel. He was my brother. But he was so noisy earlier and I was hungry.
Sorry, Hansel. Blame papa for leaving you alone in the woods with me.
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