Bittersweet

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Princess's scars were big.And it was hard to cover them up.It wasn't just the rejection of the prince that made her like this,it was everything.

Ever since she was born,everybody looked at her with disgust in their eyes.Being a princess didn't change anything.The ones that liked her would look at her with pity,which was the same thing as disgust for her.

She just wanted to be ordinary.Normal.

Like any other person.

The house of the dwarves in the forest was an old house that a brother and sister used to share.It was abandoned.But she saw the place like the prettiest house.

There was an old dirty mirror in the bathroom of the small house.One day,she got infront of it,and started cutting her wrists with the knife she found in the kitchen.She would wear long-sleeved shirts,because she didn't want the seven dwarves to learn.If they did,they would stop her.She didn't want them to.

It had been days since she was in the forest and even though she was the princess, nobody tried to find her.They didn't care about her.They were probably waiting for this to happen.Maybe they were celebrating her disappearance.

One day,when she was cutting,she heard the door creak,she suddenly dropped the knife to the sink,turned around and put her arms behind her.

It was worthlessness.

He walked towards her and reached to grab her hands from her back.Once he was holding her pale hands in his,he sighed and said,

"What do you want to do?" He said.

She didn't know what he was talking about at first but then she got a proper answer.

"I want to be free."she whispered.

"Is death freedom?"

She gulped.

"I won't know until i do it."

"But you know right now,there's no second chance."

"I do." She nodded.

"Okay."he said and left the room quietly.