Author: SweetChoco71 PM
Whitney wakes up in a strange room, completely and utterly confused. This is a highly altered story of "Snow White."Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Suspense - Words: 1,197 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3002104
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A woman gasped as her eyes shot open. She abruptly sat up and glanced around the room. She screamed when she noticed a short, old man standing beside her. He had thick glasses sitting on top of his large, red nose and a long gray beard brushing against his knees.
"Who are you?" she yelled. She nervously glanced around the empty white room again. "And where am I? And who am I?"
The man smiled at her and shook his head. "You're Whitney, of course. Now please, calm down, you're in a safe place."
"NO!" she yelled. She jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"HEY! YOU THERE! GET BACK HERE!"
Whitney spun around to find a large, muscular man striding towards her.
"No! Leave me alone!" She sprinted down the hallway and burst through the double doors. She halted and gaped at the beautiful forest scene in front of her. Then she suddenly noticed the silhouette of a small figure. She headed down the trail, trying to get a better glimpse of the figure. "Hello? Who are you?" Standing a few feet away was a different short man with large, brown eyes staring fearfully at her. She smiled. "Please, don't be afraid of me." He grimaced nervously. "Um, do you know where I am?"
"Well, um, you see . . ." He blushed and scurried into the bushes. "Wait!" She jumped into the bushes, pushing away branches and tripping over rocks as she followed the small man. "Wait! Come back here!"
After running through the bushes for several minutes, she stopped, trying to catch her breath. She leaned against a tree when she caught a glimpse of a small rabbit. She pushed herself away from the tree and gently picked up the rabbit. "Oh hi there little bunny!" she whispered with a smile. The rabbit cocked its head to the side, staring at her curiously. "If only you could answer my questions." The rabbit jumped out of her hands and hopped away. Whitney sighed and raced after the rabbit, eventually finding herself in a large meadow. Standing nearby was another short man.
"Hey! You!" The short man turned around and smiled at her, but sneezed soon after. Whitney approached him, immediately noticing his swollen, red nose. "Hi."
"Do you know where I am?"
She sighed. "Can you at least tell me how to get out of here?" The man pointed north, continuously sneezing. "Thank you."
Whitney headed north, following the trail until she reached a sidewalk. She gulped when she noticed the same large man striding towards her. "Don't you dare move!" he threatened, before she could sprint away. When he reached her, he carefully examined her with a deep glare. "C'mon, let's go."
He reached for her hands and she quickly stepped back. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm Officer Hunter; I need to take you back."
She shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must've mistaken you for someone else."
He left without another word, leaving Whitney at peace. She headed down the sidewalk and froze when she saw a plump, short man, walking towards her. He smiled at her with his bright, rosy cheeks and bright, gleaming eyes and exclaimed, "Hello there!"
She grinned back. "Hi, um—"
"How are you?"
"Um, fine. Can you—"
"How fantastic! Follow me!" She obediently followed him until they reached a cottage. "Oh! I must speak to my friends! You can stay here if you want and enjoy the beautiful day!"
After waiting for a while, her happiness wore and off and she lost her patience. She sauntered down the sidewalk, spotting another short man, kicking over a trash can. "Hello?"
He faced her, his eyes glaring menacingly at her and his mouth forming a deep scowl. "What do you want?"
"Well, uh, I need to . . ."
She trailed off when he crossed his arms. "If you're not going to ask me an important question right now, leave me alone!"
She frowned and threw her hands in the air. "Well I apologize for wasting your time!" she snapped. "I have no clue where I am! Nobody seems to be answering my questions! There was somebody that tried to take me away! So I apologize for being so rude!"
The man dropped his arms and rolled his eyes. "Hey lady, I didn't ask you to start complaining to me."
"Whatever!" She felt a gentle tap on her shoulders. "WHAT?" she yelled as she turned around. Standing behind her was an old woman with her face covered by her hood.
"Excuse me, are you Whitney?"
"Then I should give this to you."
As the old woman raised her arm, Whitney immediately noticed the sharp object in the woman's grasp. She gasped and hit her arm away. "No! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She ran into an alley and glanced behind her to ensure nobody was following her.
She stopped walking when she saw another small man leaning against the wall. He glanced up at her, showing her his large ears and bald head, and gazed at her with innocent eyes, as if he was laughing about an unknown secret. When he attempted to stifle a fit of chuckles, she burst into laughter. "What are we even laughing about?" she asked a minute later. He shrugged and flashed a huge smile at her. "Thank you." She strolled out of the alley and down the street. With a sigh, she fell onto a bench, gazing at the street in front of her.
Then an old, fragile-looking woman stood in front of her, holding a bright red apple in her face. "Would you like an apple, ma'am?"
With a shrug, Whitney grabbed the apple and bit a huge chunk out of it. "Wow, this is a delicious. . ." She trailed off, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her. The world around her started to blur and when her gazed traveled to the right, she found a small man curled up on the bench, sleeping soundly. "Oh, I'm so sleepy . . ." Then the world gradually faded away.
"Goodness, her skin is as pale as snow!"
"And her hair, why is it so black?"
"Why are her lips red? Is that blood?"
Whitney's eyes blinked open and she found herself in a bright, sterile room. A heavy door opened up and a doctor walked in, and she immediately recognized her as the woman that handed her the apple. She read the name tag saying "Dr. Quen" and stared at her with confusion.
"Good morning Ms. Snow," she greeted with a smile. "You scared us quite a bit yesterday. Don't refuse to take your medicine next time, okay?" The End
Thank you for reading this story! I wrote for English and decided, what the heck, why not upload it. Did you catch all the references to the original Snow White story? Let me know! And also let me know what your actual thoughts on the story are. Thank you!