I Am A Malevolent Villain In Snow White

I have not written in my journal since I was a little girl, but I feel that it would help me clear my head of the pain I experience every day. It is excruciating, yet most of my suffering lies within myself. When the story of Snow White is read to little boys and girls, it does not take long for them to understand that I am a malevolent villain. Being considered "The Evil Queen," it is easy to believe that I try to rid the world of goodness. Barely anybody even knows my name, which happens to be Luna. However, no matter how many times the story is told, there will always be another perspective. Even though I was named after the gorgeous, bright moon, I never thought of myself as beautiful. When I was a little girl, my classmates in grammar …show more content…
No matter how much I tried to convince myself to not move forward with my plan, I still stepped out of my castle and ran off towards Snow White's cottage. Pounding in my heart increased after every step I took. I put on my jet black cloak so this girl did not have to witness my horrible appearance. After walking for about two miles, I finally saw a glimpse of a small house near the woods. I knocked on a tiny wooden door. When met Snow White I realized, she was, in fact, very pretty. After we talked for a few minutes, I also concluded that she was extremely intelligent and kindhearted. As soon as I handed her the basket of apples, I immediately felt guilty, yet I still ran away right before she took a bite of the first …show more content…
I couldn't believe that I poisoned someone out of spite, especially for something as simplistic as beauty. After getting out of bed, I ventured out to see her again, in hopes of reversing what I had done by finding a way to heal her. When I got there though, she was awake with a crowd of people surrounding her. She pointed to me and said that I was the one who poisoned her. They swarmed around me, and as I attempted to explain myself, they started to shout at me, causing me to cower and run away again. Fairly soon, everyone heard of the horrible thing I had done, and they all despised me. People would yell at me like they did when I was a younger. Each comment hurt me even more than the last. After many extreme insults, I went into seclusion, and promised I would never see anyone again. Many people believe I am dead, and the people who think I am still alive want me dead. I still remain depressed to this day, and question if I even belong in this world. Every once in a while, however, I will still find myself staring in front of the mirror, grieving and