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".


20. Hunting


I had almost forgotten that I had cried. I was totally absorbed in the story, so that when my mom knocked on the door I didn’t answer. I had locked the door in the hopes that she would leave me alone.

“Honey let me in.” She pleaded.

“I’m doing homework.” I answered slowly.

“Please let me in I want to talk to you.”

“Mom, I’m busy. Come back later. I do not want to be interrupted.” The icy tone I used was foreign to me. I hadn’t realized how suppressed my feelings were. I had never cut my mother off like that, and I could clearly hear the surprise and hurt in her voice.

“O-okay. I’ll be back then.” And her small feet scurried away, leaving me feeling guilty, yet angry inside. Fine. I would just drown myself in homework. I bit my lip in doubt. Had I just ruined a bond between my mother and I? Or was it fair, what I was doing? I couldn’t figure it out. Frustrated I slammed my hand into the white wall I was leaning up against.


Everything stopped. The King fell silent, as did Chestnut. James did not know what to do with what he was looking at, but still he couldn’t get himself to move. He stayed on the horse until a branch broke nearby on the right. His head snapped to the side, scaring off a white rabbit. Quickly he aimed his rifle and pulled the trigger. Slowly the bullet flew through the air, and as if it was meant to be there, it hit the rabbit in the heart.

Once it had fallen over reality hit. He realized what was lying before him. A dead body. Suddenly adrenaline ran through his body and made his feet move over to the lifeless Snow White, who was lying in the freezing cold with an apple in hand.

“Snow White!” he yelled, disturbing the silence of the peaceful forest. He shook her, desperately trying to wake her. James tried harder and harder and at last began performing heart circulation exercises. He hit her chest again and again, still yelling her name. Tears flooded from his eyes and landed softly on Snow White’s clothes. He began sobbing as he believed he could not save her.

Then spontaneously he drew his lips closer to hers, and kissed her. He blew air into her lungs and after doing this for a while, something happened. The pale Snow White began coughing and coughing and an apple piece surfaced from her throat. James quickly removed it and threw it away. The King sufficiently lifted Snow White up in a sitting position so she could breathe normally. She kept coughing, but James was overwhelmed with relief. He had saved a life. The life of a person who had only told him the truth. He laughed in joy as she looked at him, the color returning to her face. She looked a bit bewildered as she saw the face of the King. With a hoarse voice she said,

“Thank you. I think you just saved my life.”

End of chapter thirteen

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