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'No Ordinary Cinderella' – A Twilight Fanfic

By No Ordinary Cinderella

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Saffron's POV

Chapter Thirteen

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"No, it's Rosalie, Rosalie Cullen."

My heart broke in two. She began to speak but I couldn't listen.

To think that my sister could still be alive and well and she had not died by my father's hand? To think that the blame and self-hatred had gone away?

I have never loathed myself as much as I do now.

I was the reason for my sister's death, I was the reason for my mother's death, and I was the reason for a happy family being split up. I was already dead in my eyes.

How could I think that Cathy could be back? How could I let all the memories unravel, all the good times? How could I just torture myself without feeling any sorrow for me? I didn't deserve having Cathy as a sister, I didn't deserve my father either, I deserved much worse.

Wasn't I supposed to die? That was what I wanted, right? To end the pain, to get rid of the suffocation I always felt, to not feel isolated and alone. To not feel betrayed, to not feel as if all my limbs had been chopped off with all the pain.

"Why am I alive?" I spoke, whilst cutting off Rosalie's talk.

"Your not, technically, you're dead. Have you been listening? You haven't have you? I spent all this time talking to you, explaining everything to you and you weren't even listening?!" She huffed and then stormed off, leaving me once again isolated in unfamiliar surroundings.

I looked around; it just looked like a plain normal bedroom. A bed, a window, wardrobe, the usual, except there were paintings, let me rephrase that, masterpieces lining the walls, hung up in golden frames, and one sat unfinished on a easel.

It held someone who had dark brown haired curls, who wasn't smiling, and yet her bluish green eyes said it all, the sadness interwoven so much within the picture that it looked straight at you, and this girl was so pretty…unlike me.

I looked up only to notice a full-standing mirror in a corner, the smooth, polished glass showing my reflection.

The marks, tears, scratch marks, hand prints, scars, and all the red, brown, yellow and purple skin was gone, to be replaced with a snowy ethereal white.

I also had crimson eyes. Why had my appearance changed? Why was my blemished skin so…perfect? Apart from the changes, I could still see me, and what was I? Nothing, and I was still grotesque, even with my skin becoming infallible now, I was still that ugly girl that looked in the mirror and hated herself.

I saw the blue, the green, the brown my eyes once had, and I loathed the colour of them, I hated that I got my mother's eyes but not her love, that I stole her chocolate hair but combined it with my hideousness, that I looked exactly like her but I didn't make her a shining tribute that lived on, no, I was a dishonour and disgrace to the beautiful woman who gave birth to me, I was the living descendant of someone's grace and beauty but never holding a candle to her ever burning fire.

I was worthless.

A calming wave seemed to crash over me, and I felt as if I was suffocating once again before it just rolled back off.

"Saffron?"

I turned around to see a god. Well, he looked like one anyway; he had the same snowy skin that I held, and he had golden eyes with golden hair. He looked to be around twenty-three but I couldn't be sure.

I immediately felt self-conscious, but I felt self-conscious if anyone stood in front of me, knowing I wasn't pretty or good enough to deserve their attention.

I nodded my head to him.

"Your change was earlier than expected, only being two days out of the normal three, would you come downstairs with us, so we can explain?"

I nodded my head once again and followed him through the vast and beautiful mansion.

We made our way to the living room where the rest of the family were sitting and staring at me.

I stood in the doorway.

The man looked at me confused, and then said, "Come in."

I took small steps so that I was inside the room.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

I did as I was told and sat on the floor as soon as I could. He wasn't going to hurt me too was he? Was that what they were all doing? Torturing me? First the fire and now…what were they going to do?

I wasn't panicked, I wasn't scared, because I was ready, and I was ready to leave this world, to be buried near my sister and my mother although I wasn't at all worthy to have my grave near theirs, or any other human being.

"Sit down on a chair sweetie." I looked up to see a caramel haired woman staring at me a bit worriedly. She looked to be a mom, a nice, caring, loving mom; it tore me apart to see something I never got to see, to see what others had and to be shown what I never could have, to see someone that loves her children. To be reminded that I could never have that.

I clutched my knees to my chest and started to rock back and forth, back and forth, only concentrating on the pattern of going back and forth instead of feeling the loneliness settle in, the isolation, the desolation, the hurt, the pain…

I felt like I was drowning in a sea when wave upon wave tried to hit me with calming force but they just seemed to float over me and to nowhere.

"Jasper! Help her already!" A female voice shouted.

"It's not working…" A male voice whispered.

Their voices seemed to drone on, a quiet hum of things in the background.

The throbbing seemed to get worse everytime I tried to breathe, I felt like I was suffocating once again, choking, dieing from my father's hands.

My hands unconsciously made its way up to my neck, and my nails dug into my skin. I could feel his hands still there, still clinging desperately to end my life. I felt the piercing crack of skin as my nails sunk deeper into the soft flesh.

There was a frantic scurry of sounds and then hands were prying at my own, trying to take mine from my own flesh.

"I was supposed to die…I was meant to be punished for all that I did…I wasn't worth enough to live…please…just, let me die…" I whispered painfully.

The hands and voices seemed to grind to a halt, and then a few seconds later were faster and more frantic than before, they still couldn't lift my hands as I tore at my skin, and my hands sunk deeper into my flesh.

Before someone changed their tactics, and crushed my body to theirs, their arms wrapping themselves around me and rocking me back and forth.

My hands let go in shock as I felt their warmth travel through me.

No one had even hugged me before, my sister hadn't because she knew she would hurt me from my scars and bruises but she always kissed my cheek.

Their hands grabbed mine and stopped me from doing any more self harm to myself.

"Please don't kill yourself, for me, please." His smooth deep voice spoke in my ear.

I managed to nod as I pieced myself back together, as I tried to gain control of my actions.

Why was his embrace so loving, when I didn't know him and he certainly didn't know me? Why did he care if I died? No one else did except…Cathy, but she was gone.

"Please promise me you won't harm yourself, or try to kill yourself, promise me, okay?"

I nodded my head once more and my hands seemed to weave around the other person and I found myself sobbing.

I found myself weeping and sobbing to a complete stranger and yet I was serene, and his touch felt so loving that I sobbed for what seemed to be for days. I realised one thing though, that no matter how hard I sobbed, or wept, I never produced a single tear.

I squeezed his form harder and harder with each new sob and one of his arms let go of me and began to stroke my hair.

"It's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay now."

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An: So….did you like it?

Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I still have exams going on because I was sick for a few days and now I have to catch up with my schoolwork and do my exams so I won't update much this week or not at all.

Sorry.

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