Snow White and the Seven Deadly Dwarves

The high-pitched giggle of the young woman echoed in the empty room as she blushed furiously, covering her face with her hands. She couldn't help herself; the Prince who came to visit her each day was just so handsome. Not that he ever paid her any mind, she thought with a pout.

"Don't give up" whispered a voice in her ear, as the woman battered her eyelashes and stared seductively at the Prince.

"You know you want him. Be bashful. Be coy." The voice continued.

But try as she might, the Prince didn't spare her a second glance before leaving the room.

"Hmph," the woman slouched in her seat, folding her arms.

"I don't need him anyway," she said, tossing her ebony black hair over her shoulder.

"That's right. You are so much better than him. He is nothing." A second voice hissed in her ear.

The woman leant back, raising her head towards the voice.

"You are the most beautiful woman in all of the land. You should be worshipped. No one compares to you, especially not the Queen."

A mood as dark as her hair descended upon her at the mention of her step mother.

The voice switched to a low grumble, spitting the words out with venom.

"She is a vile person. She stole your father from you. She poisoned you. She doesn't deserve to live to see the morning."

Fury welled up inside her, causing her to see red. Still, the voice continued.

"Your mother and the Prince should die for treating someone like you this way. Kill them. Tear their heart out and eat it."

The woman grinned a devilish smile, baring her teeth.

"Then I could take the Queen's place. Dad would be focused on me again." Another voice began to talk, " That's right. You want what she has. Your father's attention.The kingdom. You envy her. Let's take it from her."

The woman clapped her hands together, and let out a laugh of euphoria.

"Think of all the things of the Queen's you could take. Her jewellery and her clothes. You could have it all" a new voice said, snaking around her.

The voices died out as the woman entertained the idea of murdering the Queen and the Prince.

A softer voice spoke this time, "Or save yourself the trouble. Get someone else to do it. You don't need to get your hands dirty."

The woman's mood shifted, "I suppose you're right, Sleepy. It is a lot of work. I could hire a hit-man, to hunt them down. Dad would be so happy with me. She is a terrible wife for him."

A seventh voice joined in, "Who cares? It's about what you want Snow. Don't worry about your dad; he doesn't matter. Only your happiness does."

All seven voices began to argue with each other, and the young woman, Snow, started to scream to drown out the noise.

At the same time, just on the other side of the door, an older couple stood side by side, holding hands as they comforted each other. Eyes rimmed with tears; they watched through the one-way window as their once beautiful daughter screamed her lungs out and threw herself around the room. Her porcelain skin was almost translucent from the lack of sun, her ebony black hair matted and wild, and her blood red lips were pale and cracked.

"Are you the one who brought her in?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, I slipped sleeping medicine in her food. She was trying to hurt herself, and me. I didn't know what else to do." the lady looked with pleading eyes from her husband to the doctor.

Nodding, the man added, "It's okay, Queenie. She was never the same after her mother's death."

"It's a good thing you did," the doctor said as he looked over his notes, "From what we've learnt so far, she has several different 'people' who talk to her. She calls them her seven dwarves. She is living in an alternate state of reality. She thinks she is the princess who has to get rid of her wicked step mother, the Queen."

With pleading eyes, the pair looked at the doctor, "Please, Dr Prince, bring our Snow-White back to us."