Friday, October 13th
Well, it was nighttime. The sunset told me it was nearly seven, and that meant dinner. My tummy told me that too. The stomach grumbles became louder and louder, although nothing Helga or Gertrude would make would satisfy my appetite. I tried to get rid of these grumbles and say I wasn’t hungry, but the sisters could see through my lie and were hurt. I really didn’t care. I couldn’t eat that gunk. They were making greasy burnt rock, and its smell was horrid. I sat there and breathed through my mouth. I couldn’t stand the revolting stench of the burnt rocks. I was risking the chance of lung cancer by breathing in the first place.
I excused myself to the restroom to catch some air. I breathed deeply as I stood in our tiny restroom. I rubbed my eyes clear of smoke that had risen from the rocks. My eyes were red and swollen from the clouds that had run into my eyes. My right eye twitched a little, and my ear flopped in response. I rubbed my eyes a little more and turned on the water. I washed my face off and went out back to the kitchen, hoping my eyes would quit swelling and calm down. My eyes still being irritated, I couldn’t see much, and continued to rub my eyes clear. It also didn’t help that smoke kept filling the room. I sat at the table, and waited for my disgusting meal to be placed in front of me.
“So, what exactly are you guys making?” I asked. I waited for a response, but one never came. “So, what exactly are you guys making?” I said louder, expecting that they didn’t hear. The smoke still filled the kitchen and dining room, and I couldn’t see anything. It didn’t sound like they were even in the kitchen!
I stood up, still trying to see through my fogged up irritated eyes, and couldn’t see past the smoke. I was surprised the cottage hadn’t caught fire. I suddenly realized that if I wasn’t careful, the cottage WOULD burn down! I panicked, and stumbled around the kitchen blindly, looking for the fire extinguisher. It was nowhere in sight, and I definitely wasn’t finding it with my hooves. I tried to use my voice again. I screamed and screamed and screamed, and I didn’t get a single result from it. I ran around waving my arms, clearing smoke from wherever I stood, so I could see a good distance of three feet in front of me as I waved my arms unprofessionally.
“Helga? Gertrude?” I yelled as I flailed my hooves around in the kitchen, finding no one. The kitchen was empty. I walked outside. No one was there. I continued to call out for my missing siblings. They’re not in the kitchen, they’re not in the bathroom, they’re not in the bedrooms, they aren’t in the living room, and there’s nowhere else to look! Well, there’s always the old rusty silo thingy. What is that even called anyways? I decided I’d walk down there for a peek, and there was nothing of importance inside. A light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering on and off, and mother lay in the middle of the building. I jumped, afraid of what I had come across, but realized it was my mother’s corpse, and shut the door and turned away. Where were those girls?
I went back inside, not surprised to hear the oven’s timer ring and smoke filling the room even more than it had a while before. I quickly shut off the oven, and tried to clear the smoke out. I ran throughout the cottage waving my arms around trying to push it away. I finally cleared it up a little, and I went to the kitchen. Where in the world are they? Oh yeah, the oven’s timer went off, might as well pull the meal out of the oven. I grabbed a heat protective mitt, and opened up the door. And the second I did, the oven mitt fell to the ground, as did my jaw.