Chapter 1

16 years later…

“Ella! Come darling we have to go to Augustus’ dinner party tonight! Called out ‘Mom’ who was standing in front of the mirror trying on a new necklace. Ella (future Cinderella) replied approaching mom “Mom did you buy another necklace? Mom! Dad tries so hard to earn more so that we can have a better life and every single time you spend the money on some useless accessory!”

“Oh Ella! You see the real problem lies within you! If only I had had a son and not a girl like you we would not have had to see these terrible days of poverty and misery” she replied while posing in front of the mirror with the necklace.

Now the story from Ella’s view:

My Mother has never let me forget the fact that I am a girl. Never in my life has my mother ever even shown love for me and all because I was not her son. So unfair! She has always made me feel like I was the core of all problems of her life.

Sometimes I become so disconsolate that I wish to take my own life and spare my parents the trouble I have brought into their lives but for some reason I cannot. I believe it is my father’s undeterring belief and unconditional love that he has always kept me blanketed in that gives me the strength to wake up to a new dawn every day despite of all the pessimism I see in my mother every day. He is the reason I keep going on and keep fighting every single day.

Simultaneously this spirit in me, the fire that can never be extinguished just leads me to have an increasing revulsion for my mother’s repugnance and narcissism.

I mean why? Just why can she not accept me for who I am? Why can she not love me like all the other children’s mothers do? I know we are poor but how is it my fault? Why am I considered to be a curse on our family?

Even though I try so hard to help out in ways I could but it seems like my mother just cannot change her view about me. Life has become hell.

They are times like these that rekindle the spirit in me. The fire that is constantly dimmed inside me is relit.

Yes, I will not let anything bring me down. I will stand up to all of the problems and injustice because I am fighter. Fighter as my father has described me. Fighter who never quits! My resolve is true and I will not let anything dissuade me from my mission. I am going to put an end to this for once and for all!

"I love you cant you see that, please just think about what you are doing" She pleaded with him before he opened the door and left.

"Can't you see we are not good for each other" He bites his tounge because he knows how much he loved her

"I can help you just give me a -"

"Stop telling me you can help these voices won't go away and 'it only happens when you're not here' they scream at me all the time, they want me to hurt you but I can't I won't I just don't know what to do I love you but I can't be with you." He shuts the door and walks out leaving her tieed to the chair

Note from the author,

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