My happiest moments were now gone and now lost.

I was only five when my life started taking a dark turn. The day started out fantastic, my father returned from a business trip and had planned an entire day for us.

When my father strolled down our gravel pathway, he called to me, "Snow White!" I giggled and rushed into his arms. He lifted me off the ground and began to tickle me. "How's my darling little girl?"

"Daddy!" I squealed. I hugged him tightly and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. My mother came outside with a smile on her face.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, honey?" she asked my father. "Been awhile since you've had any of those, huh?" I hadn't known what she was talking about then, but I brushed it off as unimportant when I was five. It had just been my birthday also, so I wasn't too much into being five.

"Guess how old I am, daddy?"

"How old?"

"Five!"

"Really? Last time I was here you were only four! Guess we have a lot of catching up to do," my father said. We all retreated inside and thought that the rest of the day would be a normal family vacation for us.

Later that night, my father tucked me into bed. "Goodnight, my angel." I yawned and snuggled into my sheets. He left my room, shutting the door. The silence soothed me right into a deep sleep. For a minute, everything was peaceful.

An hour later, a scream rang through our cottage. My eyes shot open.

"Mom?" I called out. My father ran in and he picked me up.

"Snow, be quiet," he whispered in my ear. I trembled with fear, and curled closer to my dad. He carried me to my closet. He pulled out of the bricks and there was a secret room behind the closet. "Stay in here until I come back. Understand?" I nodded and he put the bricks back to conceal my hiding spot.

It was cold and dark inside the secret room. I whimpered, but tried to control it because I didn't want to make a peep since Dad had told me to be quiet. I felt my eyes getting heavy. I laid down and fell asleep.

My father shook me awake. "Snow? Dear?"

"Dad? Is Mom okay?" I asked him. He grew silent. He looked down at the floor.

"Snow, I'm sorry, but Mommy's gone."

"Gone? Like on a trip?"

"No, you know how grandfather lay still in his coffin?"

"You said he'd, 'passed on?'"

"Yeah, well, that same things happened to your mother."

"I can't see her anymore? Like grandfather?" I asked. My father didn't answer, he just hugged me and cried into my shoulder. I didn't understand what was going on at the time, since I was five. But seven years later, I understood.

Now I was twelve. Twelve, an only child, and no mother. My mother was killed that night by a raid from a neighboring kingdom. My father decided to avoid further death, he plan to marry their queen. I was going to meet her tonight. But for now, I hid in the forest. I just wanted some peace from the hectic castle life.

The forest was quiet, just the way I like it. I began singing.

"I'm wishing for the one I love,
To find me today,
I'm hoping,
And I'm dreaming of,
The nice things he'll say." (Not owned by me! It's Disney's!)

"That's a lovely voice you've got there," a boy's voice from behind me said.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I didn't think anyone was here."

"Who are you?"

"I'm, well..." I trailed off. I didn't know if I could trust this stranger.

"I'm Prince Ferdinand," he said, plucking down an apple from one of the trees. He took a bite. "These apples are juicy, don't you think?"

"Um, you're a prince?" I asked, ignoring the question about apples.

"Yup."

"Well, I'm Princess Snow White."

"Snow White?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Is that your real name?"

"Everyone calls me that."

"I got to go now. Maybe I'll see you around." He tossed the apple to the ground.

"Yeah, maybe."

I got butterflies in my stomach. Meeting my new mom for the first time. Would she be nice? Would she be kind? Would she be cruel? Before I could think anymore, she arrived. Our front doors opened, and a beautiful woman walked in. She was gorgeous. She had long flowing black hair and her face was just beautiful beyond words. But it looked like a smile never crossed her face.

"I'm Queen Grimhilde."

"Is that your first or last name?" I asked. My father shot me a look of warning.

"Does it matter?" the queen roared. I shrunk behind my dad.

I didn't speak for the rest of the evening; quietly sipping my soup. The queen wasn't nice, she was not mean either. She was just cranky, I guess.

At nighttime, I thought about Prince Ferdinand. There was something about him that I really liked. Wait, did I have a crush on him? I barely knew him! I hope I see him again.

I thought of that girl, Snow White. Was she thinking of me? She was so cute, I had a major crush on her. I thought about when I'd see her again. Then I got an idea.

"I'll sing her a song!" When I'd met her, she was singing. I'll sing her a song in return. "But what can I sing about?"

We were celebrating at a party after the wedding. Everyone was dancing, and I was half-enjoying myself. I looked around for my father and his new wife. They were no where to be found. I decided to look for them.

"Dad?" I called out for him. "Dad?" I heard footsteps.

"Snow White, dearie!" my step-mother called. "I found your father he's dead."

"He's what?!"

"Dead."

"No, no! He can't be dead! Where is he?"

"Over there!" she pointed to the end of the hall.

I ran down the hall and found my father's lifeless body. "Dad..." I cried into his body. "I lost mother, and now you." I whispered the next part. "All I have is her."

My step-mother ran in. "Oh, Snow White, how sad is this? The night of our wedding and he's dead," she said rather coldly.

"What did you do?" I said quietly.

"What did you say?"

"What did you do?!" I yelled.

"My, you're rude! Weren't you taught manners? Well, better sooner than later." As she said that, the guards came in. "Take her to her room. And take the body to be buried."

"You're not even going to let me see him buried? You're a monster!"

"Lock her in her room, now."