Hansel and Gretel in their teen years. (I don't own Hansel and Gretel)

I only drink when it hurts too much. When I can't help but feel alone and unloved. Hansel is all that I have now and I am so thankful for still having him in my life. But I have times where I can't control the emotions that overcome me. At first I'm filled with hatred; I hate my parents for leaving my brother and I, I hate them so much it hurts. When it starts to hurt too much, a wave of emptiness rushes over me. Why did they leave us? Did they not love us? When they first left us I didn't know how to satisfy these stirrings. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat and I would never talk to Hansel about them; I just put up with feeling depressed.

When I was hunting with Hansel, killing a witch or two did seem to suppress the feelings but only for a little while. When I was sixteen I had my first drink and realised I was a lot happier, less sad. One night we were in a small town, barely had hundred people living in it and of course they had a witch problem so we went down to check it out. We killed it easily, the kill satisfied me a little but it's never enough. When Hansel was sleeping that night I snuck out and went down to the bar. I drank till I couldn't feel a thing, no loneliness, no anger, no pain. Turns out I'm a pretty angry drunk though so on my way out I got into a fight. I kicked the guy's ass but I wasn't fighting at my best so he got in a few good hits too.

I walked home with a busted lip, a bruised cheek and smelling of liquor. I tried to open the door as quietly as I could but the door betrayed me and screeched extremely loudly, waking up Hansel. He knew the minute he saw me that I was drunk and had been fighting. "Gretel!" He yelled shocked at first then angry. "Who did this to you?!" He barked at me but he seemed to a lot louder than he usually is. "Shh! It's okay, I broke his nose." I whispered then started laughing. He so wasn't impressed. "Gretel what the hell were you doing?" His voice with still angry but not as loud. He walked over to the bathroom sink and wet a towel then stormed over to me. "I...I am just...so sick of...feeling!" I waved my arms around to show how serious I was. He shook his head then started wiping my face.

"The drinking helps." I smiled but he only frowned. "Yeah well it makes you stink like a mule." He muttered, but it was loud enough for me to hear. I poked my tongue out at him but he just wiped the towel over it to get some of the blood off it. When he had finished he pulled off my boots then carried me off to bed. "Go to sleep." He ordered but I didn't obey. "Why?" I hissed. He sighed loudly showing annoyed with me. "Because you need your rest and you're going to have the biggest headache tomorrow, all you'll want to do is sleep." I huffed, blowing a strand of hair off my face. He sat down beside me on the bed and pushed my shoulders, forcing me to lay down. "Hansel." I mumbled as I closed my eyes. "Mhmm?" He replied, pulling the sheets over me. "Promise you won't leave me." I said sleepily. I could feel his eyes watching me closely. "Gretel, I promise I will never leave you." He said sternly then kissed the top of my head and I fell asleep.