Snow White and the Five Dwarfs

"SNOW! GO SCRUB THE FLOORS!" My step mother screamed in my already damaged ear and I nodded.
With my trembling fingers I pushed off the cold covers that provides no warmth whatsoever.
"Yes mother," I trembled.
I swept up my black hair in a bun and shuffled through my closet until I found a clean, not blood streaked brown dress with pockets.
I slipped it on and my sister Amelia barged in.
"Worthless shit. Go scrub the floors!"
I nodded and started for the door. Obviously, after she slapped me.

I grabbed a towel and draped it around my shoulder. I have to clean the balcony and grab a bucket of water and throw a couple sponges inside.

I hummed the beat to Wake me Up as I skipped up the stairs in the mansion, way up to the highest balcony.
The towel fell on my chair - a filthy, old arm chair that nobody but me sits on - and I skimmed to the balcony, putting down the water bucket and grabbing a sponge.
I started rubbing at a certain area, and my black hair bun fell apart and the hair draped along my shoulders.
I slid over to the other place, awesomely discovering I could literally ice skate with the sponges.
I ripped apart the rubber band for my hair and used to to tie sponges to my feet, and viola - the balcony was for ice skating.

"Feelin' my way, through the darkness.. guided by a beating heart! I can't tell when the journey will end.. but I know where to staart!" I sang as I floated through the balcony.

That song describes my life.
My father and mom died. Now I'm left with my bitchy step mother who hates, abuses, and coats her face with makeup to be prettier than me. I just want to go to sleep, every day, and get waken up in a better life.

I scrubbed at a certain spot and heard my mother asking Howard, a lonely old guy who tells her how gorgeous she is, how beautiful and fair she is.

I lean my head against the wall - she's in the neighboring room - to listen.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"
Crazy woman. Howard's not a fucking mirror.

"S-snow W-white is, my queen."
The words strike me like a bowling ball - not the queen part - but him admitting I'm beautiful.
I stumble back, bewildered by the words.

"What!?" My mother says angrily.
"The-they told m-me!"

"NONSENSE, YOU FOOL!" She screams.
"I want her OUT! Out of this mansion, dead! Get that bitch out of my house!

Oh, my god. They want to kill me.

I start to slip back, falling on my back and hearing a loud crack. I slide - I hate ice skating, anyway - and I hit, hard into the barrier.

"You!" My mother yells as her coat of makeup drips down her face because of tears. She starts taking huge steps towards me as I quickly stand.
Suddenly, she pushes me down.

It happens so fast.
She just grabs me and throws me off the balcony.
I feel myself fall. Fall, into pitch black darkness.
Into nothing.

I almost think that I'm dead until my already bruised back hits the concrete.
It's a 5 story fall.

I feel a bone break.
This is the end of my life..

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