I never had a mother. She left me on the doorsteps of a wicked old woman with two daughters she adored. I had to wait on them hand and foot, foot and hand. They wanted a garden I had to make a garden, they wanted a pile of dirt on the same land. I had to dig up the garden for them.
It was a living nightmare. I served them say after wretched day till one day they got invited to a ball for the prince.
I smiled and asked the old woman. "May I go along also?"
But of course her answer was a no. I was devastated and ran to the fireplace in the basement. Now this is where you'd think my fairy godmother would come in and save me. You are old woman locked me in the room when she left.
When I finally got myself together I realized I could fit through the little window. I had nothing to wear to the ball, but at least I would be attending. I ran up to the gate only to get turned away. I walk home eyes on the ground tears streaming down my face. Then out of the blue I stumbled upon a suit. A man's suit, but it was better than my rags. I slip it on looking in the window. This wouldn't do my hair showed that I was female. I grab a pair of scissors and cut it like a mans.
Feeling proud of my work I go back to the ball. I beam seeing the magnificence. It was beautiful here, unlike at home. The prince walked out causing butterflies in my stomach, but he went over to Brunhilda instead. He danced with her for hours not once taking a break.
I went home oblivious to everything around me. The woman came home with only one of her daughters and unlocked my door making me come out to fix her daughter's dress.
Once I finished she locked me back in the room but by this time I knew I would never come out of that room again.
I found a rope to attach to the roof and formed a decent noose. Pulling myself up and taking my last breaths I smile. I would finally be at peace. I jump off the chair as the world around me starts to change. It grew darker and dimmer and less like a nightmare. I close my eyes for the last time a smile across my face that had never been there before.
A/N: there you go a take on the classic Cinderella. Okay it may be a tad dark, but it originally was. The stepsisters cut off parts of their feet to fit into the slipper. Well I'll take requests if you'd like. Until next time don't go marrying the first person you meet.