"Get the whore out of my room." I commanded as I walked out into my mirror room. Let's see who is the fairest now.
I smiled faintly at the mirror, moving my head side to side, touching my cheeks. If only, my hair wasn't so white,if only my cheeks didn't look so much as a chipmunks, if only my hands didn't look so old, if only my smile was brighter, if only my heart wasn't so cold. I pulled out the stained chestnut wooden trunk from under the vanity. All there was paint, paint and more paint. Anything to make me beautiful. I reached to the bottom and fond the blade. Still had crusty maroon stain across the point. I raised it so I can see it, in all its glory. I put the blade to my wrist and began to slice open the skin. To slice open the pain, to slice open the hate, to slice open my heart. I threw my head back in pleasure. It felt good to feel pain better than the one in my heart.
As blood began to spill on the floor I looked into the mirror. I asked it as I had done everyday. He awoke from his slumber and claimed I was the fairest. I had done it. I had ruined Anne. I had destroyed everything beautiful about her. I know was truly the queen of this kingdom.
I wrapped up my still bleeding slices into white linen cloth, and stepped into my throne room. I stood still on the red carpet. I took it all. I am queen. I worked my way to my throne turned around and sat.
"Send in the village."
