Snow White-The Tweaker

Snow White goes to extremes for acceptance

Snow White was gorgeous. Everyone thought so. Everyone said so. She had gorgeous red lips, beautiful black hair as dark a night, a black most people had to reach in a box for, and clear porcelain skin.

But she'd never take your word for it. Insecurity plagued the young mind.
"Am I good enough?"
"Do they like me?"These thoughts consumed her mind and any compliment was swallowed whole by

the thick fog of self doubt.
She would spend hours in front of her mirror, studying her physique. Picking out
flaws. Everything she found wrong buzzed in her head.
"My thigh gap is barely there. I'm too pale. I can't see my collarbones. I want
hipbones. I want to see ribs. I make myself sick. I'm disgusting. "
These thoughts threw themselves around, crashing and burning inside her head
until she was crying in her closet with a piece of clothing muffling the sounds of
her sobs.
Acceptance was important to her. She needed to feel wanted. So when a guy from
her class named Ethan asked her to come to his basketball game, she said yes. She
hated basketball, but what if saying no made him angry? What if everyone rejected
her because of it?
So on Thursday night, she was one of the first in the stands, cheering for home
team.
When she was invited to the after party, she rejoiced inside. Inviting means
acceptance. Acceptance sustained her. Knowing she was liked kept her from
crying herself to sleep.
Snow went along with everything. Someone offered her a cup, she drank it. A guy
asked her to dance, she danced. When he asked her to go out in the woods, she
let him lead the way.
She stared at a bird walking back and forth on a branch in the tree above them and
listened to the crickets while he clumsily pawed at her until he was bored and left.
Ethan greeted her when she came back inside and her heart did a flip. He asked
her to get something from a guy he knew in the basement, and of course she
immediately went to find the basement. When anyone said jump, Snow said how
high.
She found him in the corner and he reluctantly lifted his head from the crook of
some blonde's neck to ask what she wanted. When she told him Ethan needed
something, he grinned and reached into his back pocket.
Snow was handed a baggie with small and clear rocks. The guy said 120 and went
back to his partner.
Ethan was leaning the against the wall by the basement door and Snow held the
baggie out to him. She didn't know what it was but it made Ethan happy, so she
didn't care.
He grabbed her hand and led her to a bathroom on the third floor. He sat in the
ledge of the tub, studying the bag and Snow kneeled on the floor in front of him.
He got up and reached into a drawer under the sink. He pulled out a clear tube,
with a wide round end. He reached into his pocket and got a lighter.
He turned to Snow and asked her if she had done Ice before and after pondering
whether to lie and say she had, she finally shook her head.
A small smile appeared on his face as he placed a few of the rocks inside the tube.
He placed the tube to her lip, and she opened her mouth. He lit the lighter under
the bulb end and told her to draw the vapours in.
Snow never protested or questioned anything.
The Ice had a funny effect, Snow found herself laughing at nothing. She felt light,
like she wasn't on the ground. She grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from
floating off.
Ethan took his hit and they sat there silent for a while. He tilted his head in her
direction, and told her she was beautiful. Snow blushed red and thanked him. The
fog wasn't there, the Ice had froze it.
After a while, Ethan suggested they rejoin the party. Snow shocked herself by
replying they had their own party in here.
Ethan smiled, kissed her cheek and told her they can party together another time,
when there wasn't over 80 people in his house.
Back in the living room, a red headed girl appeared from no where, wrapping her
arms around Ethan's neck and planting a big kiss on his lips.
Ethan smiled and made a comment about her being early. She let him go and said
something about an early flight.
Snow turned around and headed away from them. Tears threaten to spill and she
didnt want to cry in the house. She went back outside to the woods, where she felt
her heart rotting. She cried and hit a tree until the skin on her hand was red and
raw.
"He said I was beautiful!"
"He doesn't want me. No one wants me."
The fog was setting back in, slowly thawing.
"it's because you're disgusting."
She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and headed back in the house, literally running
into the guy from earlier, the one that gave her the Ice.
He smiled and asked her if she enjoyed herself. She nodded and attempted to walk
around but he grabbed her arm.
He told her they can't have a pretty girl crying at a party and it needed to be fixed.
He told her he could make her happy.
He took her to the basement, back to the corner where he and the blonde were
earlier. He pulled another baggie out, but this time it was yellowish in color. He
left the room and came back with handful of items.
There was a jar with a tiny bit of water, a wad of tissue and two packets of syringes.
He added the rocks to the jar and put the tissue in. He opened a pack and drew in
the yellow liquid.
He told Snow to hold out her arm, and she did. He squeezed her bicep and
quickly insert the needle into her forearm. Snow grimaced at the sharp pain
and watched as he pushed down the plunger.
He told her she'd feel better now and she did. The light feeling returned, tenfold.
The guy disappeared from the room. It was just her now.
She felt like she was floating. She felt fine. Fine for the first time in a while. She
could stand to look at herself in the wall mirror across the room.
But the feeling passed quickly. Now her heart was too fast, it was tripping over
itself. Her head felt heavy and her eyes ached.
Poor little Snow. A broken heart and ignorance is a dangerous combination. She
didn't know that, with him being too tweaked out he accidentally gave her too
much.
Too much Ice, too little body.
Snow lays cold and still on the ground.

 

Reviews

[Anna Ivy]

Dang... poor little ignorant Snow. Is sad how often this really does happen to people. I liked how her name wasSnow, being one of the most beautiful fairytale characters. Just goes to show that beauty is just an illusion and no one is ever perfect. I really liked this, it made me think :) modern day Grimm fairytale, good job!

[Ally]

Thanks so much :D