A Lil' Snow
I was never like anyone else. I was never like any princess or maiden. Not a God or Devil. Im nothing but pure sweetness and that was all I had given people, but they never gave it back to me. Maybe I am too nice, maybe I didn’t have a choice. My name is Snow. Snow White, and this is my story…
I was born into a virtuous family, it was excellent. I was blessed to be such a beautiful child. It was snowing on my date of birth. The snow was luminous, reflective, and sparkling. The snow was pure and soft- it was cold… As beautiful as something can be there is always a downside to it. Just like the extravagant jungle frogs with gorgeous tissue covering that of their bare backs, but one to touch must die.. Just like anything there comes a downside from an apple to a flower. And just like these things, snow was cold. It was cold and unforgiving.
My family was good yes, but I had a stepmother growing up colder than ice. She would go around on the streets crazy, a total loon. She would ask for snow, no, not me but snow… She seemed to be the only person who was unhappy about my birth because I was more beautiful than her. I have naturally thick beautiful hair and fair skin and my smile is to die for. She was envious of me, and was brimming with hatred and jealousy. I never knew her name, some just called her horrible, and some called her much worse names… She had been an addict since her teenage years, asking for one release. She took so much sometimes that she swore she was a witch and that she could cast spells. She was not accepted and had been jailed several times for her behavior, but she always results back to the snow. She only wanted snow; then one day... She wanted me.
I grew up an average traditional kid and usually kept far away from my drug addict stepmother. She had consistently jeopardized my health. She would bite and beat me when I was a baby while she was on cocaine. My father tried to protect me, so in time I was sent to live with my biological mother. It was average at least, my best friend was a beautiful girl; I shall never forget her for as long as I live… Her name was Ember. I met her while playing outside on an autumn morning, the air was bleak and the warm colored leaves were scattered and diffused among the forest by my biological mother’s home. Ember gave me a fright at first, of course, I wasn’t used to seeing other kids playing in the forest. She was the sweetest person I had ever met. I always looked up to her, she was my idol. One day though she moved away because her single mother had found a husband that was apart of the royal family… Leaving me to myself in the forest.
Living in a forest, I learned to hunt and kilI. I was never no princess in fact I wore just what everyone else would. I wore a tight dark shirt and pants with deep pockets. I carried around my weapons with me to protect myself. If I was going to live in this world then I needed to learn to hunt, right? I grew up sweet, but tactful.
It was an unavergerly frigid day than the usual Spring afternoon- yet the birds were still singing and it was beautiful… Sacchariferous scented flowers, and the smell of innocence was in the air. Gazing over a solid ,gray, flat rock I spotted a squirrel. The squirrel was a nice shade of brown and looked plump and juicy. I carefully crept, crouching close to the soil as I slithered over in distance to the squirrel. Hiding between bushes and smaller trees, I carefully pulled out my bow ever so patiently. The sound of the bow creaking as I drew back my arrow seemed to be the only sound- and before the small creature could flee a sharp arrow head was pierced right through the intestines of the fat little thing. Blood poured out from my prey onto the rock. I began to skin it, Ripping the fur off and throwing it around struggling to skin the small beast. It was a bloody mess so I just kept it in hand to go home and work on it there… Unfortunately, I couldn’t. I got up from the ground where I had been mutilating the dead creature and turned on my heels only to be nose to nose with a large big burly man. He wore a low cut shirt and I could see the hairs on his chest. The heat of his body fumed off of him and I could feel it kiss my skin. He grabbed me. I screamed and resisted. I tried to grab my dagger but he had grabbed me by my hands, shoved me to the ground, and got on top of me yelling “CALM CALM!!”. I eventually gave up my fight, this was it for me; I was going to die. He noticed I had calmed down and he got off of me and spoke, his voice deep “I need to-” and before he could finish I had grabbed my dagger and stabbed him in the thigh repetitively. I saw him pour blood through his jeans as he screamed. Cute, men try to act so tough but when it’s them getting something in them- they scream just like a girl. I smiled at him with dead eyes, crawling onto his lap and pressing my blood drenched dagger to his throat. I spoke frantically and agitated “What?! What do you want from me pig!” I said frantically. He was too busy wriggling in pain. I got rather annoyed with him not answering me; how rude of him. I sliced his ear off. As it fell to the ground my smile dropped and my face went flat. “Answer. Me. Now.” I demanded. He could barely breathe, he was in so much pain. He wheezed out a “Your stepmother…” It peaked my interest, so I got off of him. The pathetic excuse of a man had been losing so much blood he was feeling dizzy. He fell back and his head hit the rock that I had killed the squirrel on and right before his eyes went to the back of his and his body went cold, he said, “She sent me to kill… To kill... To kill you. She knows... Where-” and he fell out of breath and the last thing he said was, “Hide.”
Hide? I was puzzled. How dare he. How dare he leave me with no closure. How dare he die so weak. I cranked my leg up and slammed it down, my foot bashing his head into the rock. I was fuming. How dare he grab me like he did. How dare he treat a lady with such disrespect! Both my feet now in the air only to be smashed down on his head. I jumped on his head on repeat. His face had been caved in and the rock ripped his nose in half, blood covering the gray rock all over. I took my dagger and cut into his disgusting hairy chest and drug it down, cutting him open. The beautiful leaves all were drenched in blood as well as i was covered in it. I opened his stomach and pulled at his small intestine and tossed it out then his large intestine. I took an axe I kept in the forest because that was primarily where id hunt, and I used it to chop his arm off. I chopped it off. I then took the damaged skin from his face and wore it like a face mask. Wearing his bloody fleshy face on my own as i took the severed arm and stood on the rock and spoke “To my queen! Thank you Stepmother!” then I kissed his severed arms hand like royalty before throwing it to the ground with aggression. That night I went home and got a big sack and had severed his body in the forest, taking his meat and the squirrel i had killed. I went home and had the best dinner of my life. I cooked. My biological mother turned to me and asked me “where did you find such beautiful meat darling?” and I just smiled and kissed her cheek with a “A big pig!”. She loved it, and so did I. We fell asleep, and the rest of that pigs meat was rotting in the forest against the now crimson rock.
It wasn’t till morning till I had woke up and thought clearly about what he had said… If my stepmother was after me, I must get out of there. I filled up a pale with water and bathed. I got dressed and wrote my biological mother a letter addressing that I will be back to take care of her. I wished her the best of luck then signed my name off. I needed to go far from where I was, so I got all of my supplies and weapons and set off. Many miserable nights in search for a safe shelter, yet nothing but trees. It wasn’t till day four I had spotted a small cottage; it looked cute. I approached the front door and knocked nervously. My heart was racing, but I tried to remain calm. The small wooden door just creaked open and it was completely empty. No one was inside. This was perfect to live in! So I thought… I had come inside and fell asleep in a bed, longing for the comfort I had been neglected from for so long. Soon things went South when I heard men speaking, it sounded like there was a number of them. I thought maybe I had just been hearing things and being too paranoid then closed my eyes again; only to be woken up to seven dwarf looking midgets staring straight at me. They looked dirty, covered in some kind of dirt or coal. I stared at them, but was too vulnerable to fight. There was seven of them and one of me. None of them had seen a women in so long; they had been longing for a woman for years. It was obvious as well, given they were in the middle of nowhere in an abandoned forest. Four of them held me down. One limb each while the rest tore my clothes off. I yelled and wriggled begging them to stop repeatedly… They did not stop. I was taken advantage of that day and I will never forget it. Once they had finished with me and all had used my body, they locked me away in a kitchen with nothing but a stove and a sink. They forced me to cook for them.
Knowing that I am smarter than the deranged and demented little people, I tried to escape while they were out in the mine. I couldn’t take being raped everyday by 7 dwarfs.. I had stayed there for nearly a month, but luckily I hadn’t got pregnant with one of their children. At least they knew better than that. While they were all out at the mine, I had taken the sharpest kitchen knife and stabbed the door repeatedly to try and break free. Luckily, the home was made of wood and it wasn’t very hard to get out. I just had never thought of it. In the process of breaking it open I kept hearing one of the men approach the home. They never came all at once, just get a hefty quantity. I had opened the door and kept the knife in my hand and right when he walked in I had noticed it was Dopey. Dopey was always high and smelled of marijuana any interaction I had with him. When he had walked inside I slammed him against the wall. I kissed his cheek which brought fear out of his eyes but it was brought back then I plunged the knife into him. I ripped out his large intestine and reigned it out before I had hung him with it. I left a note next to him saying, “Kill yourselves. If I come back not seeing 6 more dead bodies. I will find you and do it myself.” After it all, I taken all my tools back that they ripped off my body the first day I was here and some potatoes. I set off, but not too far. I stayed living in the forest for 24 hours, giving them time to end it. I came back soon after, only had eaten potatoes and small hunted animals. Coming back, I opened the door with pride and what I saw brought me so much joy. One hanging by his own intestines and the biggest suicide pact ever. 6 dwarfs all holding guns. They all shot each other so they wouldn’t have to shoot themselves. It was clever, but the thing that made me the most happy was that they had all died. I went to Grumpy, the most aggressive and abusive small person and severed his head then calming walking to the kitchen with ease and happiness. I set his head in the oven and turned the oven all the way on and left their home with nothing but a little food, and my own pride while the house burned and the smell of burning flesh could was the only scent.
At this point, I had nowhere to go, nothing to do. I knew I couldn’t live in the wild my whole life. I was low on food after had been searching for a home for weeks but I was honestly lost. My mental health was terrible; I had even thought of ending my own life. What is the point of living if I have to live like this? I tried to keep holding on in hope that I will get over myself. On my large adventure of running, I was shocked. An older looking woman was in the forest. She was braille and her teeth were yellow. Her voice was shaky and she looked very unhealthy. I grabbed out my dagger and called out to her, “Hey!” She turned and saw me then spoke, “Oh dear, you frightened me. I have been feeding these animals.” I raised my brows, food? This is an opportunity. I approached her and spoke, “I am a tad bit lost. Would you mind giving me a little food? Anything would help.” She nodded and handed me an apple with an, “Of course dear!” I smiled and thanked her then went on my way. I began to head back home, I had spent a lot of time thinking in the forest. Worse comes to worse, I kill my stepmother. I never would want to kill my own family, but you don’t always get what you want. Thinking back, that old woman had looked awfully familiar.
I was on my way back home and all I had was the delicious looking apple that the old woman had given me. The last thing I could see was a put out forest fire right after passing back near the dwarfs now nonexistent house; then everything went black. My body was numb and I was unaware of my surrounding or what was happening. I layed there assuming that It was time for my death to come.
It didn’t even feel like a few hours until my eyes had opened again. I was covered in rose petals and on a comfortable platform, but what was really shocking was the feeling of someone’s warm soft lips against mine. It didn’t feel like any kiss I had ever had in my life. Any man I had ever kissed was the dwarfs; their lips were crusted and rough like razor blades scraping against mine, though I would never kiss them back. This though, this was so soft and tender. It made me feel warm and happy, I kissed the mystery person back. When I had opened my eyes it was a beautiful woman. She looked like a princess. Yet she looked familiar. She spoke and her voice was like silk, “Snow... We found you while following a trail to find what had started the big fire.” I sat up, “How do you know my name?” She smiled like a goddess and laughed like an angel, “Oh Snow! Haha.. You don’t remember?” I shook my head. “No. I was poisoned and now here I am. I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t help but stare at her lips. I wanted to kiss her again. Which is very embarrassing to admit. She noticed and after I realized she caught on my face turned shades of red. “Sorry! Uh.. you are a.. VERY.. good kisser..” She chuckled then lightly kissed my lips again, just a peck. She spoke once again, “It’s Ember, love” I felt my heart racing, we locked eyes. “Ember? Oh my gosh!” I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. “Thank you so much.” from then on we had fallen in love with each other. Someone who once was a childhood friend, and now will be my future wife.
You would think being in love with a woman would be wrong, yet no one seemed to care. Ember had cleaned me up and made me nearly as beautiful as her. I wore a beautiful dress and my hair was done as well as my makeup. I told Ember everything about my adventure; she comforted me because it wasn’t ideal. She took care of me and she sent guards to look after the old woman which we have discovered through sources that it was my stepmother who had poisoned me. She had only looked so different because the drugs had made her look worse and worse. It wasn’t long will the guards found her in the forest with snow under her nose. They took her into custody, before shoving her through the doors the guards asking us what we would like to do to her. Ember and I both looked at each other and smiled as we both said “isolation.” This was a secluded part of the castle where wrongdoers would be punished slowly by death. It was not used very often. We had told everyone that we will deal with her personally, given she had almost killed me, everyone’s now future queen. When we got down there, my stepmother was naked and strapped down to the wall. Ember and I both striped off our own clothes in front of her and began to make out which my stepmother screamed because she was extremely homophobic. She hated it. Ember and I had put a large bucket beneath her so we could keep her blood. We first took large metal poles and heated them up till the ends were red and orange. We would then stick my stepmother with the poles, burning her flesh. We didn’t kill her that day. It took a whole week of us slowly torturing her. We would cut her body and burn her. We cut off her ears and stitched her mouth shut. It wasn’t till the end of the week that we had cut her open. Her blood pooled into the bucket beneath her. It was perfect. Ember and I were so similar and worked well together on this. After my stepmother had been mutilated, we chopped her up. We threw away all the bad parts, but all the good parts were cooked.
We went back to the castle and bathed in her blood in front of a large window while drinking wine. I was so happy and so in love. Later, my stepmothers flesh was hand fed to us from the tub of warmed blood mixed with a tad of water and lavender soap. My biological mother ended up getting remarried to my father and lived in the castle with us, much better than her old home. This is what true happiness feels like.
I am nothing but pure sweetness.
AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you for reading, I hope I opened your mind. The real world is not what we think it is. It is as cold as snow, but it can still be beautiful.
