The Other Side of the Story

The normal high school student, Raven, needs to analyse the famous fairy tale of Snow White. Thinking this as easy, she soon uncovers the truth about the perfect Snow White, and realizes it is much deeper, raw and tragic than the story we all know so "well".


37. Bittersweet

I didn’t quite understand what the last chapter meant. I didn’t think Snow White had been worthy of that trip to the Haven, but why did the mirror say that it had summoned her? Before she arrived, did it think that she was the good guy and that it was entirely the Queens fault? Just like everyone else does?

The questions were rising inside of me, and my own heart beat started to quicken. Faster and faster it went, and I had no idea why. Well, I guess I knew.

Anxious, my palms started to sweat, and with a fast motion, I removed the computer from my lap, lay it on the bed and rushed away. I went to my dresser and looked closely at my reflection. My cheeks were turning pink, and my eyes started to well up.

“Why is this happening?” I whispered silently. I raised my hands to my face, and cupped both cheeks. My throat started closing up, and I began to sob. The tears fell over the edge of the waterline, and the drops fell to the ground, staining the carpet with a slightly darker shade.

I sat there for a couple of minutes before I could pull myself together. I dried off my face, wiped my hands off in my jeans, and blew my nose. I lay down in my bed, turned on some indie music, and closed my eyes.

Almost before I could concentrate and power down my brain, my thoughts decided to focus on Hunter and school. Great. That must be why I had been sad. Whenever I feel down, I like to break the problem into a very simple thing. What’s the issue? Why is it bothering me? What am I going to do.

As I tried this tactic something was blocking the way. Why was I sad? I didn’t like the fact that my role as the outsider was cut deeper than I knew. Or that Mark and Jack embarrassed me. Or the fact that Hunter was really sweet, yet intimidating at the same time. He really did not like getting pushed around. But then again, neither did I.

Images whirled through my mind, as I tried to calm myself. I guess I was just…nervous. I was scared of going to school, and having to put up with Mark and Jack. Just the mention of their name, made my stomach drop.

But when an image of Hunter flashed before my eyes, a little flutter inside me was sparked to life. I nearly smiled, since he was the only companion I had ever had – other than Alyssa of course.

It was so bittersweet. He was really nice, but I wasn’t allowed to be with him, since the bullies kept picking on us.

God, why wouldn’t they just leave us alone? ‘Okay, calm down. It’s only been a day. Nothing will happen to you as long as you stay true to yourself. What can they do to you?’ I told myself.

I don’t know how long I lay there. It doesn’t matter anyway. I just needed to cool off. My heart made a majestic thump and I sobbed a little louder, when I thought of my father. He wasn’t due home until three weeks from where I stood. It felt like a barrier was growing in between him and us, isolating him from his original life – his job. I felt like screaming at that damn contract and let it fall into the depths of the hottest Hell. Fire. Burning. God, I needed to vent.

I knew that these issues were the reasons for my struggling mind. I knew that these problems wouldn’t just go away, but would it be so hard for them to just go on standby? I had other things to worry about. Like…homework. I knew it wouldn’t help, but it could distract me for a while, and for now, that’s all I needed.

That story had become my friend and enemy.  I loved to forget myself and concentrate on another person’s problem, but I hated what was happening in the story. Something  about it made me sick in every fiber of my body – that someone could do such evil things in just one lifetime? It was unimaginable. It comparison my problems looked tiny, but they were still enough to send me over the edge.

Slowly I got up, redid my hair into an even messier bun, and opened the screen once again.

I wiped the last remaining tears off my face and took a deep breath.

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