Not Just another Cinderella Story

Prologue

When I was like, 5 my mom died. It was tragic and I had suffered from depression the years after. It didn't help that my dad had remarried a woman with no soul. Though, I still followed what my mom told me with her last breath. " Seek things through because in the end, life will see you through." My dad went on a business trip and had died leaving me to my step mothers will. I had to do chores around the house. I could never leave the house except for the public school she made me attend while her daughters Gisella and Anastasia went to private school. Around the age of 12 I started cutting, making my anxiety and depression worse. I was kicked out of my room and had to sleep in the old creaky attic. Every day and every night I couldn't help but wonder what I did to deserve this.