The intruder’s name was a seventeen-year-old girl named Alice, and she was like you. Even though you read this entry in my diary, you still have so many questions unanswered. You still have a long journey ahead, many diaries to read. In fact, you’re just on the threshold of epic tale. And there will come a certain page in the diaries when you will have to choose sides.
I pursed my heart-shaped lips and let the scent of my breath kill the candlelight. As the darkness came down slowly upon the room, I pulled out my copper hand-mirror and gazed at my beauty. Yes. I gazed at myself in the dark for this was the only way I could see my beauty. But soon, I was to change this and be able to see my reflection in daylight once again.
“Mirror mirror in my hand,” I hissed in the dark. “Who is fairest in the Dreamland?” I said as the mirror started reflected my beautiful face, glinting with hue of shiny gold. I smiled in the dark for this was enough of an answer from my hand mirror. Looking closer, I noticed that my skin went a little paler underneath the eyes. Just a little. “All right,” I mumbled. “Time for some blood, milk, and chocolate to fix that.”
I tucked the mirror in, pulled my chin up, and opened the door of the cottage, heading out to the snowy night. A shriek curled my lips into a bitter smile, for what I saw, I didn’t expect. Not tonight.
As I stepped outside, snow fell upon me, splashing onto my face and my cheeks, tasting of cherry, apples, and every other red fruit or vegetable. This snow wasn’t white. It was red snow, and I knew what it meant.
I knew it was trick. Her trick. Soon, the red falling snow will taste of blood.