Hello again! I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I hope it's not too sappy or anything. If it is please review and tell me. I know I have grammar problems, so please point them out if you see any. I wasn't sure if I should've added this chapter into the story, but since I already wrote it here it is.
By the tree
"… And they lived happily ever after."
Her eyes left the book and looked up into the sky. She wished her life would be as peaceful as she was that moment. Unfortunately, her life was not a fairy tale. In fact, it was far from it. She sighed and walked over to the pond, to find her reflection staring back at her. "Such pretty violet eyes," people would tell her. She had named herself "Viola" after the color of her eyes. She knew that they were her best feature. Unlike her mother, Viola was a true beauty. Golden hair, full lips, and a perfect complexion, she looked more like a princess than a low-classed peasant.
She looked at her reflection and touched her cheek. She fell back stung by the pain. Her mother struck her there last night, but like always there was no sign of the mark. As a child, her wounds never seemed to appear. They were still as painful, but there was no sign of the beatings she was given daily. The thought of her mother caused her body to tense. She feared her mother, more than hell itself
Child….
Mother, was watching her wretched mirror again, there was no doubt about it. Her mother used her mirror to find her and spy on other people. Viola knew she couldn't run away from home; her mother was going to find her one way or another. Viola ran home, hoping that the faster she got home, the less angry her mother would be. She pushed the leaves out of her face as she raced home.
"… You worthless piece of trash… Where were you? " Medora sat in the dark, a bottle in her hand.
"…I…I was just"
"Are you trying to LEAVE?! You're just like him!" Medora's face was full of wrath and bitterness.
"No…no…I wasn't trying to leave. Honest, I…I wasn't!"
She struck Viola down, and kicked her continuously. Viola cried out in pain. Medora only laughed as she beat Viola down.
"Please Stop!" Viola cried. Medora stopped and backed away, looking stunned. "Mother please, I wasn't trying to leave you! Why…why are you hitting me?"
Medora's eyes flashed. "Are you asking me "why", my dear? I'll tell you!" She let out an evil laugh and pushed down Viola, as she attempted to stand up. Medora took the bottle she was holding and threw it across the floor. The bottle shattered as it hit the wood.
"I hate you! You are the bane of my life. Think about it, my dear child," she said resentfully, "If I were never pregnant with you, he would have stayed. " Did her father really leave, because of her? Viola felt perplexed. She had always thought her father had left her and her mother, because her mother was a witch. Viola looked at her mother in bewilderment, not knowing what to say or think.
"Do you find me crazy? Do you?! You're just like him, you EVEN look like him! Your sight sickens me, but you can never leave me, never! You will feel the same pain as I do. You will pay for your existence and your Father!" Medora slammed Viola into the wall, and stormed out of the cottage. Viola pulled herself back together, as she gradually stood up. Her mother had surely lost her mind. She thought back upon her mother's words, "you can never leave, never!" The words frightened her, and would surely haunt her. She turned to go to clean the broken pieces of the bottle, but her mother's mirror caught her eye. The only thing her mother cared for was her mirror. She used the mirror for several purposes, but mostly to hunt Viola down. She went towards the mirror and saw that there were no visible wounds on her, like always. A sudden thought arose in her and she looked straight into the mirror.
"Mirror mirror, who has seen much hate,
What has become of my father's fate."
The mirror glowed eerily and Viola trembled, afraid of what she might hear or see.
"My lady, thy father lies, to the west, by the tree, which thou rests upon during the time of the light." The mirror replied with such a deep and rich voice, that Viola felt she had fallen into a trance.
"A tree you say…?" Viola's eye widened. Of course! It was the tree where she read her books during the day.
"You say he is there, at this moment?" she asked earnestly.
"Yes… he is always there. May it be day or night, he has been there, and he will be there."
"But…I never saw him there before. How can he be there day and night, when I have never seen him there!?" she asked impatiently.
"The answer lies beneath the ground."
"Beneath the ground… my father is dead?" Viola took a step back, and reached for the windowsill to hold herself up from falling. "How?! How can that be?! When did he die?! How did he die?!" Viola had never met her father, and resented him for leaving her with her mother, but she still loved the thought of having a father. She believed that one day her father would come and rescue her from the witch.
"He has been dead, for several years, and weeks before thy birth. His end I would rather show thee than tell." The mirror's glow illuminated, and Viola moved closer to the mirror.
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It was a darkest night of the month. Without the moon, the world had to depend on the light of the stars to guide them through the night. Seymour had come home late that night, and found her talking to her mirror, and to his surprise, the mirror talked back. Shocked, he couldn't find it in him, to enter the cottage, pretending to not know that she was a witch. He slowly backed away, when she suddenly turned her head towards his direction.
"You can never leave me, dear husband," she whispered. Seymour fell back, and ran towards the woods. He turned back and saw Medora, walking behind him, her eyes glowing like fire.
"How did you?!" Seymour felt fear surging in his bloodstreams. He understood that no matter how fast he would run, Medora would be right there behind him.
"You can NEVER leave ME!" cried Medora, with an evil glint in her eyes. Seymour suspected that there had been something wrong with Medora, ever since he married her just a year ago. If only he had not pitied her, he wouldn't be here now, fearing for his life. Medora slowly walked towards him, and Seymour kept walking back, until he hit the bark of the tree with his back. He was trapped.
"… you can never leave me…" Medora whispered. She raised her hand, and Seymour cringed in fear as he saw the glistening knife in her hand.
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"Noooooooo!" screamed Viola, "Stop! Enough mirror! I've seen enough!"
The picture in the mirror diminished, and the mirror's glow dimmed. Viola held herself tightly, in fear and sadness. So, that was how her father died. An overwhelming fear had taken a hold of Viola. He was killed by his own wife, and her mother. He had not left for another women, as her mother told her. He was dead, and her dreams of being rescued died with her as well.
*By the way, for people who really want to know how this is related to Snow White, you're going to have to wait a while, this story might be long. In the mean time, keep guessing. ^^