Wicked Snow
"You are the most beautiful girl in the world", he whispered in my ear before leaning in for a long and passionate kiss. The whole audience cheered loudly, screaming, clapping and whistling. This was the happiest day in my life. I lightly tugged the silky white material from my long mermaid-dress up, so I would make sure not to fall in the stairs. My other hand was fiddled into his. We flied in happiness down the aisle of pastel roses. I enjoyed every second of it. I had never felt so amazing in my entire life, I felt like a beautiful princess that had finally found her Prince. The familiar faces smiled and congratulated, all dressed up in light pastels, like the invitation had requested. I felt an over-whelming rush of happiness. How could I not?
As I finally stepped out of the church, an overwhelming crowd ran towards me. My best friend, Angela, almost jumped at me. "Careful", I laughed as I gave her a big hug. "Congratulations Snow!" she squeaked. Snow is the nickname that she gave me when we we're 8, right after finishing snow white for the hundred time. I got the name for my similar appearance, my dark hair that was contrasting against my fair skin, my full brows and tinted red lips. "Thank you!" I said, not able to contain my smile. "Your dress is to die for, it is fab!" she continued squeaking out in excitement. She had good reason to be excited; we have been planning this wedding for as long as I could remember. Now our dreams had come to life. The pastel flowers everywhere, with small light and shimmers peeking up from the petals. Horse chariots were lined up at the parking spot, ready to bring the guests home when needed. It was exactly what we wanted, an enchanted forest in the spring. This was a fairytale coming to life.
*
"You are the most beautiful girl in the world." The words were echoing through my head. He used to tell me that. I used to be the most beautiful girl in the world. Now he was happily married. What am I know? The reflection in the mirror would have scared any child. My blue eyes had mascara running down like a waterfall, gathering at the apples of my cheeks. The reflection was horrifying. My red lips looked like they have been stung by bees, swollen up from all my sobbing. I quickly pulled my dark hair up to a tight ponytail. What did she have that I didn't? Everything, she had him. She probably thought she was so perfect, with her long locks dancing in the wind and her young, innocent appearance. It was all a lie and she was far from innocent, she was a thief. She had taken over my life, separating me from the only person that really meant something to me. It was my happy ending, and she was stealing it.
*
"How is my wonderful wife?" he asked as he approached the room. "I'm great", I smiled. It wasn't words that could express my happiness. "Have you been crying?" he asked a little more worried. I slowly touched my cheeks, my fingers turned gray from the mascara. "Oh it's nothing", I smiled, hiding my confusion. He wasn't convinced, but he knew it didn't need to be questioned. "Well, I know something that will make you feel better", he smiled, full of pride, revealing the champagne bottle he had hid behind his back. "May I?" I asked as politely as possible. A smirk widened across his face and he gave out a short laugh. "You may", he said even more politely, reaching me the bottle. I slowly dragged my fingers over the label, pretending to be able to read the French text. My hands clumsily removed the wire and I placed a finger nail neatly against the cork. The champagne bottle popped open, releasing a strip of foam. I quickly aimed it at him, showering him with the luxurious fluid. "If that's how you're going to play it", he said playfully before attacking me. We rolled around on the flour, laughing and tickling each other. My head butted into the couch, making me stuck and helpless from his horrible tickling. I screamed out in laughter, kicking and hitting. "Let go of me!" I screamed. He continued. "I surrender!" I eventually yelled, him knowing what a bad looser I am. "Oh baby, it's okay. It was only one fight", he laughed, enjoying his victory. He laid me in his lap and folded his arms around me. "I love you, you know?" he mumbled, kissing my hair. I nodded, I knew. If it was one thing he would never let me forget, that is how much he loves me.
*
I couldn't live with this anymore. She needed to go away. I looked around me; the apartment was filled with sealed boxes. "My jacket", I mumbled to myself. Clumsily I climbed over one of the boxes, reaching for my jacket. I stormed out the door; I needed to get this over with. The car lit up as I pressed the key. He was supposed to love me, I was the one that should have walked up that aisle and I was the most beautiful girl in the world. The car rushed its way towards his apartment. My fists hammered at the door until it turned red. After a minute or so the door was opened by John. "Snow", he smiled. "Don't you dare to call me that!" I screamed. He remained being calm, but his smile faded. I pushed my way past him. "Where is she?" I yelled. His footsteps were slowly following me. "Jane", he tried to calm me down. "Snow! Where is she?" I repeated, even louder this time. My eyes quickly searched the room; she wasn't here, just his colorless bachelor apartment. He took a hard grip of my arm. "Jane, stop it!" he commanded. His grip was stone hard, and I tried my best to yank it off. "Where is she?" I cried out. He was silent, waiting for me to calm down. Why wouldn't he tell me where she was?
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of her from the wardrobe. She looked scared, her eyes filled with anger and madness. I stormed towards the wardrobe, managing to yank him off on my way. My hand gathered to a fist and it flied towards her. Her face was cold, thin and hard, it didn't feel like a human, but I didn't let that stop me. I kept on beating her, removing her from my life. The sound of her face shattering felt like music to my ears. She had to be gone soon. "SNOW!" John screamed. "STOP IT! You are going to kill yourself!" He was running, throwing himself at me, but he was too late. The blood blossomed underneath me, creating a large pit. She would never be in my way again.
*
John slowly enters the graveyard. He carries a bouquet of white and red roses in his arms, representing my pureness and my madness. It is now 6 months ago since he lost the love of his life. He crouches in front of the headstone and allows tears to fall down. "I'm sorry I didn't help you", he whispers as he kisses the cold stone. He lays the roses down, and corrects them until they don't hide the writing.
Jane "Snow" Smith
1983-2011
Beloved wife, daughter and friend
So beautiful, that even herself would envy her beauty.