Yuki’s POV
I was silently worked as my evil stepmother was eyeing my every move. Nothing about this seemed right.
“Cinderella! Scrub harder! I want to SEE my face in that floor!”
“Y-yes ma’am.”
I need to remain positive. I always do my work, like I’m supposed to. But, honestly, my stepmother and her daughters can be mean, and it’s scary.
“Cinderella, where is my dress?! I need it for the ball!”
“And what about my jewelry?!”
“I’ll bring it right away!”
“CINDERELLA!!!”
Even though they yell at me, slap, kick, drown me in dirty water, I can bear that pain…
Because, they told me, if I can finish my work in time, I could go to the ball tonight. I could wear a dress for the first time, I could dance like there was no tomorrow.
And maybe, just maybe, I could meet my Prince Charming...
"Cinderella! Grab me my makeup!"
Ugh~ I cannot take it anymore! Every single day is intense labor, doing this, doing that.
Sometimes, I wish I could be treated better. I wish my mom had never died, and my dad didn’t leave… I wish…..
“Cinderella, quit daydreaming! Get to work!!!”
“Yes ma’am.”
…..
I hummed to myself as I twirled in the gown I prepared. To think, this could be my one and only day that I can finally be free and have some fun.
I spun and danced as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I knelt down and picked up two of my mouse friends in my hand.
“I wonder if stepmother and the sisters will let me go tonight.”
All I get is a squeak as an answer, but I pretend they answer.
“Hehe, hopefully.”
“Cinderella!” I heard my stepmother call me.
“Coming!” I ran down the stairs and smiled, just imagining what it would be like to finally go to a ball. I opened the door and saw the three just about to leave. “Wait. I’m ready to go.”
“Go? My, where to?”
“T-to the ball. Aren’t I going with you?”
“You?! To the ball, in THAT dress?!” One of my sisters tore off a ribbon on my dress. “Look at this material! It comes off so easily!”
“Stop!”
“Yeah, and check out the beads on this necklace! SO ugly!” said the other sister before she ripped off my necklace, sending the beads flying.
“Why would someone like YOU even try so hard?!”
“The prince would never fall for you!”
Stop… stop, please..! I’m begging you! Please….! This pain… Hurts so badly…
“Now, girls...” My stepmother stopped them and I saw an evil grin. “That’s enough...”
Don’t say that… it’s too late… My dress… The one I spent so long making…. It’s ruined…
“Cinderella, do look after the house while we’re gone.” she said before they left and shut the door.
“No…”
I turned around and ran to the outer garden. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore and tripped, falling onto a stone bench and weeping into my arms.
My torn dress is dirtied, ripped and falling apart at the seams, and my hair, they even tore the ribbons out and tangled it, the braids becoming loose and ugly.
I can’t go to the ball. I can’t do anything…I can’t be free from them, from anything….
I should just… just….
“Kill yourself.”
Kill… kill myself..?
“Yes. End the sorrow. End your life.”
Yes… that’s what I should do. There’s no point in trying to continue…
I should just go and die…
“NO!”
*CLASH*
Eh..? Who is it?
I opened my eyes and saw a young girl standing in front of me. She had a long sword, which strangely looked like a key, pointed out to this monster.
It looked like a shadow of black ink, with glowing red eyes.
“What? What’s going on here?!”
The girl swung her sword and the monster disappeared, dispersed into black smoke.
She turned to look at me. She was actually quite cute. Her eyes were bright, something I haven’t seen in a long time.
“Are you okay, Miss Cinderella?”
“I...” She took my hand and helped me up. “Are you my--”
“Fairy Godmother? Well, no. More like a guardian, I guess.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m kinda new at this, really. But, all I know is that I was chosen to protect your story.”
“My… story?”
“Your Happily Ever After. You know, when you get the Prince’s heart and become a Princess. Don’t all storybook characters know their own stories?”
“Eh?”
“Well, nevermind. The point is, now that I’m here, I can fix everything. I can let you go to the ball and meet the Prince, Miss Cinderella.”
I blushed slightly. “Um, you don’t have to call me that.”
“Oh. So, just Cinderella?”
“No, I mean… that’s not my name. That was just a mean nickname my stepsisters used to tease me.”
“So, what’s your real name?”
“Yuki.”
“Yuki...” Her eyes sparkled brightly. “That’s even better!”
I felt my lips curl in a smile as I heard her kind laugh. It really warmed my heart meeting someone who finally cares about me.
“Well, Yuki, I think it’s time we get you ready for the ball!”
“Yes!”