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".


26. Blue bottle

I breathlessly exhaled the air I hadn’t realized was still in my lungs. I was so nervous about the story and I could feel my shoulders tensing up. I was so close to the secret and the end, but yet so far away. I didn’t want to think about the possibility that it may be fiction. Only twenty minutes of the class had passed. I had started out with opening Power Point 2007 Edition, and added pictures of Snow White, an apple and the dwarfs. Then I started reading. And now I couldn’t stop.

But of course there was a tap on my shoulder, which startled me so I jumped.

“Hey Raven, how’s it going?” I heard Jack’s voice enter my little safe bubble.

“Fine. I’m almost done with the research and about to begin the Power Point. How about you?”

“Very good. Little Red Riding is filled with all these amazing tales that could be compared to a new modern society.” He said rather sarcastically.

“Really?” I answered dumbfounded by the use of words he had just used. He took a chair and sat down on it facing me.

“No, of course not. That stupid little girl goes into the forest, lets a strange wolf into her house believing it’s her grandmother, and gets eaten by it. I seriously think it was written by some really messed up person.”

“Well, then you’ll have a lot of stuff to talk about in your presentation.” I retorted. His attitude was annoying me, and he was disturbing.

“Huh,“ he nodded. “Okay well good luck on your project,” he said and walked back to his usual crowd with the popular people. Finally, a bit of peace to myself.

A feeling of responsibility flushed over Irene. She had never been the one to decide, she had always been the small, timid and silent girl.

She was frozen although she knew she had to do something. Ravenna had been propped up against the wall, but was slowly sinking further and further down towards the marble floor. Her eyes were closed and Irene knew she would soon lose so much blood, her brain would be irreparable. A small pool of blood was forming, from where it was trickling from the Queen’s forehead. It had been bashed in the fall, making an injury deeper than just a cut.

Irene’s body snapped into action. She pulled Ravenna’s arms upwards so she was sitting. She then called for help, and to her relief another servant came running.

“Call for help. Get her into a bed and get a doctor.” Irene’s voice was firm and steady, although that was not how she felt. She was shaky and soon enough her feet were pulling her towards the cupboard even though she wanted to stay with Ravenna.

“Blue bottle, blue bottle.” She quietly murmured to herself. There were at least five different blue bottles. “Did the Queen say anything specific?” she asked herself. There was one with a blue top, but crystal bottle which she ruled out immediately. One with a blue bottle, but yellow lid. Another with glass formed as a drop, red, with a blue bottom. Then she saw a fully dark blue crystal bottle. The top was formed with glass, and the base was formed as a perfume dispenser. It was small, and filled to the rim with a clear liquid. Irene grabbed it and ran out of the medicine filled cabinet and ran towards the hall. She passed the Queen, being lifted by three men and carried toward her room, and soon she was standing in the doorway of Snow White’s hospital bed.

End of chapter seventeen.

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