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'No Ordinary Cinderella' – A Twilight Fanfic
By No Ordinary Cinderella
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This chapter is dedicated to Insane-About-Twilight, all of your reviews touched me, but that poem was just awesome!
Also, I would like to dedicate this chapter to Blood Filled Tears! You rock!
Also, someone said why would it have taken 2 days to take the glass out? Well, it was because that she had to be careful when pulling them out, and you nearly faint after pulling out the first shard so what about the other 100?And I forgot to mention that her father took a drugs overdose and died.
Unfortunately, I am JUST KIDDING! Her father didn't beat her on those days because he had to work and once he came home he saw the havoc she had already done upon herself and thought that she made his job easier. Also – for one reader who forgot how her mom died, she died during childbirth, Saffron survived whilst her mom didn't. It was in the first chapter.
AND PLEASE READ THE LYRICS!
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Saffron's POV
Chapter Eight
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In my first period class, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the pain that the glass mirror shards had caused. My mind kept drifting into unconsciousness and luckily, for me, no one noticed, as usual. I heard several sneers come from behind me as we were given back last weeks test, to see that I had gotten another A. Oh, so the norms are starting to hate me now? Well, they can just join my killing queue, just like everyone else.
Butterflies started to attack my stomach in storms as I stumbled to Music Appreciation class. Today was the day I performed. Today was the day that everyone heard my voice again. Today was the day I was going to sing, for Cathy. My tears seemed to obscure my vision and my head slowly started to get dizzy. I expected my body to collide with the ground and it did, and it was cold and hard. I pushed myself back up slowly as to not agitate my injuries and realised I had not been on the ground at all, no, I had collided with someone cold and hard, with gorgeous brown hair and eyes made of beautiful swirls of gold.
I stood there shocked. He was so beautiful, and I, well I was the ugly duckling that never had or will transform into a swan. I turned my back on him to open the door as he stood there, watching me. I saw it in his eyes, and I did not want to see it again, pity. I did not need pity nor did I need anything but to die for my forsaken life. He did not know me nor did he even know about my life, so why did I have this gut feeling that he knew more than I had ever told?
I walked in and he walked in behind me. I saw all the gorgeous and beautiful girls connect their eyes with mine and glaring at me. Another bunch of people that hate me, go join the club my father built. How can they be jealous of something that did not happen? How can they be jealous of him walking in behind me? How can they be jealous of me at all? I was the one who was jealous of their normal and fulfilling lives, never will I get to have one and I probably won't even live now.
My breathing became shallow as the teacher called my name to go on stage, I had not practiced but I knew I didn't need to. I was not bragging to myself, no, this wasn't about music class at all, this was about Cathy, and I did not need to practice for her, she just had to hear this once, before I am gone forever.
The teacher pushed me onto the stage as I heard whispers, "She is not going to sing anyway, just look at her." "She is going to be a bad singer, I can tell." "Ha. Like she'd ever mutter a word, she's too 'good' for us." "She can't sing, and if she does she'll sound like a banshee." But I ignored their remarks, they didn't know about me, neither did they care; they only cared about their happy lives.
"What is the first song you are going to sing?" The teacher's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I grabbed a nearby piece of paper, and wrote with my pen the song. He flicked his hand to carry on. I stuck the music on and everything became quiet. I could hear their thoughts swirling in my own head, 'Is she really going to sing?' 'Wow, is she actually going to speak?' And so on and so forth.
The first song explained about me, but it was only a coy for Cathy to recognise my voice, so that she can await and hear the second song properly. So, when the music started, I sang.
You don't know my name
Upon hearing the first line, I saw many mouths were agape and staring at me as if I weren't real. Was my singing that good?
you don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
My insides started to get squirmy, maybe Cathy was here watching over me now? What if she wasn't? Would she still hear me?
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back
More people with mouths hanging open, and I glanced around the room to focus on something else, I soon saw the teacher smiling once again.
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
If you could read my mind
I was looking around to focus on someone without their eyes piercing into me, and I met the golden eyes of Edward Cullen. He was looking at me with mirth in his eyes.
You might see more of me that meets the eye
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
Well, I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time
I had this gut feeling that someone was staring at me intently, trying to see into my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on my microphone.
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in
I just bowed my head at the end of the song, breathing softly, and a few stray tears fell from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, not caring if anyone saw. A soft clapping sound made its way to my ears and then several others started to clap. I blushed, for once, feeling absolutely normal, like my mother was here, my sister wasn't dead, my father didn't beat me, and that I had a normal life.
It all came crashing down when I heard my sister's small voice whisper in my ear. "I'm here."
A small smile made its way on my lips, I could sing for her, I could be with her soon, I wanted to tell her, and so I quickly put on the next CD and muttered quietly.
"This is for you, Cathy."
Won't you sing me to sleep
Fly through my dreams
So I can hitch a ride
With you tonight
And get away from this place
Have a new name and face
I just ain't the same without you in my life
My lips seemed to form the words perfectly, flawlessly, rich in tones and with so much emotion that the small salt crystals began to rain down my cheeks.
Late night drives
All alone in my car
I can't help but start
Singing lines
From all our favorite songs
And melodies in the air
Singing life just ain't fair but
Sometimes I still just can't
Believe you're gone
Memories of Cathy playing the piano, me singing along, voices interwined, music mixed, a perfect harmony meant for two imperfect people, the song that made us so alive, and yet, now she was dead.
And I'm sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we'll make it through
One more year, down here
I hoped she got my hidden meaning, maybe I will survive another year away from her, but so far, my belief and heart has gone cold without Cathy in my life.
Feel your fire when it's cold in my heart
And things sorta start reminding me
Of my last night with you
I only need one more day
Just one more chance to say
I wish that I had gone up with you too
(All words in black italic are 3rd person POV & memories.)
"Stop!" The sandy-haired girl's tiny voice screamed, her tears ran down her face.
"What did you just say to me?!" The gruff man replied.
"Stop it." The little girl's voice whispered.
"Oh, I'll stop beating her, but I won't stop beating you!" With his last words, the muscular man grabbed her satin sand hair and yanked on it. A few fistfuls of strands lay in his bare and grubby hands. He dragged her along the floor, the nails scraping her back on the wooden floor. The girl started to cry, he just stopped and slapped her once. Then twice. His fists never broke contact with her body, and the little girls cries never stopped until her last breath. The brunette headed girl who was laying unconscious till now, woke up with a start, trying to pull the bigger man of her big sister. No matter how hard she or her sister cried, the brutal father showed no sign of giving up or nor remorse for his slaying. Soon, all you could see was the bloody mess and the fresh wounds from his newest victim, mangled upon the floor. A newly teenaged girl, never going to grow up again, never going to marry, never going to speak, or laugh, or smile, or cry, or even watch the small shadows dance upon the walls as her father beat her little sister over and over. She was dead. She was free.
And I'm sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we'll make it through
One more year, down here
A current of pure black basked upon the mourning people. They all dropped different sorts of flowers on the grave. One by one they all left until all that was standing there was a small, brown-haired girl. Her face was smudged with forgotten tears and she sunk onto her bruise-filled knees. The grass soaked up her fresh batch of tears as she pounded the ground over and over again, her sobs wracking her petite frame.
"Why did you speak up? You could have been safe, you could have been free, you could have been still alive, why did you choose to save me? Pathetic, stupid, ugly me?" The little girl stayed there, pounding the ground, not caring that the rain began to fall on her limp body and soaking up her ragged clothing.
You won't be coming back
And I didn't get to say goodbye
I really wish I got to say goodbye
The night sky fell onto the small graveyard, and shadows once again danced.
The small girl sat there, rocking herself, staring at the small grave. Her eyes fought against the oncoming sleep, her last words before she shut her eyes were, "Without you, I am dead too...Goodbye Cathy..."
And I'm sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we'll make it through
One more year, down here
I hope all is well in heaven
Cause it's all shot to hell down here
I hope that I find you in heaven
Cause I'm so lost without you down here
You won't be coming back
And I didn't get to say goodbye
I really wish I got to say goodbye
"I love you Cathy, it won't be long, not long at all." I whispered my head downcast, whilst stray tears soaked up my cheeks.
"Forgive me."
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Authoress' Note:
A sad day indeed,
For a broken girl who can only plead,
To be dead and buried,
For she will never be loved or married,
Ever since she was born,
She has been beaten, ragged and worn
She can not take the pain anymore
For the scars and the marks are too sore
Why can't she see?
That she is more beautiful than can be,
Her heart is battered and bruised,
As she is always used,
She is always thrown about,
And can not see the beauty that is in her throughout
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