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The Truest Most True Story of Snow White [oo]

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By Agent_Digital_Lemon

Created: 2010-01-02 21:50:15

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Oh! How no one understands! Poor Queen, forced off a throne I do not wish for! I'm sure the Prince doesn't want me to have a throne either, what will he do with me, I wonder? Everyone believes he is such a hero. Nothing more than the witch in the stories I am forced to tell. The Prince is sick and twisted, and I know will only want my children, 7 Princes, I know. For me to give birth to princess would be a gruesome murder I would be forced to watch. Before the Queen was taken away, she said,

"How did this happen, child?" she whispered, shakin her head. "What made my son so sick, is he possesed, by a demon?"

"He is a demon," I answered. "A sick and twisted demon."

All I could do was offer an explanation. You see, when I was 8, my mother died. I was forced as a servent for the Queen. It wasn't hard, and I was grateful. She never had a giant mirror in her room, but had guards and peasants and other servent too, to compliment her nice personality. Her son was angry, for a reason no one knew, and made a terrible mistake. At thirteen, he was no longer a mortal, but a dragon. I knew because I wad cleaning the table-pretending actually, I was looking through the crack in the door- and I witnessed it.

I thought it was all a dream, until 18. Sophie, a princess with light blond curls and sky blue eyes, was murdered. The prince had done it, everyone knew. So, as a plan, he payed many servents to compliment me by telling the queen what a beautiful girl I was. I was happy, not knowing how jealous the queen was getting. I had gotten so bad that I often twirled and smiled near the queen, thinking everyone thought I was the "fairest" of them all.

Soon, a guard who loved who lived the queen much, threw me into the woods and cut my eye, so that I'd be blind in my left. Later on I realized that the Prince transformed into he Queen and sentenced me to death. But, you see, he thought pain was better than death, so I ran off, screaming in pain as my hand began soaking in my blood, and my face along with it.

As I sat there waiting for the pain to subside, I began to question how beautiful ai really was. Did they all really love me? Was I as perfect as the said? Was it all because the queen hated me? I soon began to grow crazy. I cut my throat in attempt to murder myself, but it didn't do much. I also recall looking into a river, and seeing the blood that ran from my left eye all the down to my chin, and a large scar was placed on my throat.

I then banged my head against a rock, over and over, screaming louder and louder. I was ugly and depressed, so my only theory for relief was indeed suicide. Finally I had went out, and I thought it was all over..........

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