Fairest

Short Story

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the Fairest of them all? Well, of course, it's me. Does seeking to be perfect really make me evil? No, it does not. It does make me ambitious though, yes. But I'll concede, because I did try to murder my own stepdaughter, multiple times. My own flesh and blood. Do not be so profoundly shaken by this statement, Mira. I implore not to judge me. Had Snow White not cruelly stolen the title that is rightfully mine, I wouldn't have touched that pitiful creature. People always see me as the villain, the antagonist. Truthfully, I am the victim of Snow's perfection. I mean, think about it. Had Snow not been so vain, she wouldn't have insisted on trying on the poisoned hair laces, or the asphyxiating corset. Why no one considers this monumental aspect is beyond me. Oh well. I've got a new plan prepared for her. This plan is far more duplicitous than all the other plans combined. Soon, with Snow White's death, I will be the Fairest! Now, if I recall correctly, was it not Snow's mother who wished for a child with lips as red as blood, hair as black as ashes, and skin as white as snow, out of vanity? It is so obvious that vanity runs in that horrendous family. So really, I am just an innocent victim who married into the manipulative White family. Oh! There she is now! The devil in disguise herself. My dear Snow. My child. The ideologies of parenting are so complex, even I cannot do right by them. By you. Recognize that I am sorry, but I do not cease to exist to be a mere mother. I strive for so much more. Because I am more. I, am, The Fairest.