Annabelle's eye's narrowed as she glanced to the boy, her arms slowly folding along her chest. Who was HE to say her kingdom was a bad place. She stared hard, her mind flashing with gory images with the boy tangled in wires, strangled, beaten, his face bruised and broken. Her twisted mind's eye showing him mangled and drown, hung and shot. She could think all day of thing's she could do to him for insulting HER kingdom, her fairy tale. "That's the beauty of the kingdom, everyone here is mad, clearly you are too, or you wouldn't be here. So don't act like you're on a pedestal and you're godly compared to us all. You're here, because you're a freak, just like everyone else in the kingdom. You'll do well to learn the value of equality.." she said. Annabelle was honest to a point, she may have been thrown in there for being a liar, but the truth was, is that SHE could be brutally honest. It was true the things she said, all aside from her fairy tale world. He was just another man in her mad house. He was nothing special, and as she glanced around the room, she knew that no one was anything special.
The thing with Annabelle, was that though she may have been a Pathological liar, she still had a grip on what was real, what had been good, now that she was sober. Just because she was here, didn't mean she was completely bonkers. She'd spent many nights wishing she could be somewhere else, knowing that everyone lied, and she- in her eyes didn't really belong here. She still couldn't fathom that a textbook, held by a man was what determined her insanity. If everyone lied, what difference did it make? They didn't throw everyone in here for lying. She could only picture how many children would be sitting here for lying to their parents, to their friends, just to seem better. Or how many teens would be piled into a room for lying to themselves. She shook her head, stepping out of her daze, she stopped glaring at him. "You can't pigeon hole us all based on the fact that you've met a few bad people. We're not all mannerless, but if you're rude like that, I'm sure we wouldn't have a problem becoming so.." her voice trailed off, she'd show him no mercy if he was to act that way, to be rude and disrespectful in a way she was sure he didn't even realize.
"I'm Annabelle," she said, her finger tips running through her naturally snowy white hair. "But most people call me Queen Snow.. Or Snow." she said simply as she took a step back from him, seeing herself as the queen she would not bow to him. She folded her hands on her stomach and stared at him, it was a habit now. She was trying to figure him out, but the gears in her head were rusty, they very rarely got new people that would make them turn.
"Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello."
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower