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'No Ordinary Cinderella' – A Twilight Fanfic
By No Ordinary Cinderella
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Saffron's POV
Chapter Four
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I stayed a few hours after school that night, even though I had a voice now, I didn't use it, and even though I had it now, to speak up and be heard, I didn't. I already know what happened to Cathy when she spoke up, she got butchered and I didn't want to fall into the same fate. 'Or not yet anyway' a cold voice spoke sounded in my mind.
A shiver ran down my spine but I ignored it, and finished all of my assigned homework. I never knew when I would get a chance too again. I ran home, always trying to prevent him from knowing I was avoiding him, trying to not anger him.
As soon as my blistering feet walked into the pathway, my father had opened the door for me before I had even reached the house. A strange feeling arose in me. He never did this, he would never try and be sincere. Then why would he…? He had been watching out for me. Realisation floated to the surface of my mind, and it nearly screamed at me to run, but no matter how fast I ran, or how good my hiding place was, he would always find me.
I gulped and a huge lump formed in my throat and chest. My heart began pounding until I reached the door, cautiously stepping in. All I remember was the thick, wooden door slamming into my petite frame and the handle pressing into my gut. I felt the pain as it flowed through me. My body flew a few yards into the air on impact, and I missed the garden, and landed ruthlessly on the hard slabs of concrete. My back erupted in pain, and it arched, my hand instinctively reaching for the source. As soon as my fingers had brushed the surface my body winced and a low groan escaped my mouth.
No.
No, no, no, no, no!
I heard his gasp and I could picture him smiling a Cheshire cat smile, as his heavy footsteps resounded on the pathway. I had let him have the satisfaction of hearing my voice, I had let him know of my weakness, but worst of all, was that I let him know he hurt me.
His rough hands grappled my hair, and he dragged my body along the pathway, as the stones dug into my flesh, and the fast movement caused friction upon my sensitive skin. A small cry escaped my lips as he pulled me over a sharp piece of rock, and it clung onto my skin, imbedding itself.
My silence was gone, the only form of defence against him. He had satisfaction now, knowing he caused me pain, he thrived on this. I had to get my silence back before this brutal man tortured my body and mutilated it.
His muscled, strong arms picked me up, and then thrust me inside and into the air, my head soon collided with a tough wall and I sunk against it as the red liquid stalked my remains.
His menacing laugh filled the air; he had pleasure knowing he hurt me. Surprisingly, he didn't throw me any more, nor did he strike me. I opened my eyes, bewildered with pain. His fists struck me across my cheek, drawing blood.
"You are a selfish monstrosity, only caring for yourself and never others. You steal their beauty and then contort it into ugly shapes. You stole her looks, but you can never steal her personality. You stole her life, just so you can live, but you will never lead a normal, happy life like hers." He spat at me It was his first time speaking his thoughts to me, and the feeling of guilt crashed in on me.
They would have been happy without me; they would have been a happy family if I hadn't survived, they would have been normal. The thing I have always aspired to be.
"And you killed your sister for your own selfish deeds. You used her to live; you condemned her just so you could live longer. She was smart, heck, maybe she could have made it to college! She betrayed me for you! She even knew what a liar, a fraud, a deceitful bitch you were and yet she still befriended you as if you did no wrong, but you did everything wrong, you are the meaning of wrong, just look at you. You may have stolen my precious deceased wife's looks but you will never achieve her beauty or your sister's intelligence. You're just worthless shit that has wrecked a happy family. You're the true meaning of the word 'Devil's spawn' and you don't deserve to die, as they have so gratefully done because of your actions." The mention of my sister tore my insides apart, and the harsh reality of his words soon cracked my glass body, and tore it apart. He then proceeded to dig at my dignity, my pride, my only best friend until they all failed to live.
His last words demolished the one thing I had left; my heart.
For once in my life, I let myself sob, my body rocking back and forth as my hands cupped my eyes as the tears leaked through and flooded me.
This was all my fault. Without me ever living, everyone would have been ecstatic, normal, joyous, and content. I was to blame, I was the only who made my own family suffer and I had to deal with the consequences. I hadn't hated myself before but now, I detested myself.
My father left me there, making his way to bed. I soon cried myself into a dull slumber that brought nightmares in its wake, nightmares that included horrible memories of my monstrous self, destroying a family that never got to live properly and normally, a family in which everything was annihilated, where once was love and kindness, now there was deceit and hate. The one thing that made it all change? I was born.
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I woke up less than an hour later, with an ear-splitting scream as my only alibi and friend. Looking up, I saw my reflection in the full-standing mirror across the bloody room. I picked myself up, crawling my way over to it, standing before it.
All I saw? A person who was hideous, stupid, ugly, a home wrecker, an insignificant girl. I loathed myself.
I glanced at the glass before me, and I saw the same chocolate brown hair that my mother had in photos, the same brown eyes, the same face, the same height, the same everything. Except she was beautiful, and I, I was not. I had captured her beauty, and yet, I had defaced it. You may have stolen my precious deceased wife's looks but you will never achieve her beauty.
I saw myself, and all I saw was a girl filled with gluttony, I was always wanting to be normal, always wanting a better life, I never appreciated what I had, what I had with my sister, the music we made, every single thing she had done for me, she had even saved my life, and yet, I had never returned her favour. You killed your sister for your own selfish deeds. You used her to live; you condemned her just so you could live longer. She betrayed me for you! She even knew what a liar, a fraud, a deceitful bitch you were and yet she still befriended you as if you did no wrong, but you did everything wrong, you are the meaning of wrong, just look at you.
I stared at my reflection with that combination of green, blue and brown eyes, the perfect eyes of my mothers, the perfect eyes that I despised.
A tear escaped those eyes, and a scream leapt out of me. I dragged my filthy nails across the mirror, loathing the self-image made. My nails dug into the mirror, making that horrible sound, like chalk scratching the blackboard. The glass made one thin crack, and then splintered onto my hands. It stuck in my hands, and yet, I did not care, neither did I care about the pain. I deserved it.
My pale fingers kept clawing at the mirror, striking it, scraping it, going back for more, glass embedded itself into my already bruised skin, and blood began to pour out of the newly self-inflicted wounds.
I continued to constantly swipe at the mirror, crying and sobbing from the image of myself until I fell onto my knees and my back was against the sharp, torn glass. My frame rocked itself back and forth, until neither tears nor sobs wracked through me.
After several hours, I looked upon the mirror; the only thing salvaged from it was the stand, the metal frame which my gaunt hands could not penetrate through. The glass? It had rooted itself onto the floor around me, creating a pool of silver, or implanted itself onto my skin, creating new blood, and new scars.
I didn't deserve to live, and I didn't deserve to die, I deserved to be hanging in the balance, like a zombie, the living-dead. I now understood why no one would be my friend, no one will be my family, no one will love me, and yet everyone will be my enemy and yet I could see myself upon that crowd.
I had destroyed a perfect family just so I could live, I had destroyed their happiness, their hopes, their dreams, I had destroyed their everything, out of my own needs.
Only one silver glass piece that was not shattered was still holding onto the mirror, and my eyes met it.
I truly was a monster.
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AN: Shorter than the other chapters but still my best one yet!
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