Modern Day Cinderella

Speaking of the Devil.

I walk in to the room when everyone else is sitting there, they throw chores and insults at me. I run to my room and they follow. My head spinning and my eyes flooding, my hopes dropping. And the wish to be is gone. I push them out of the room and then lock myself in my fort. I cry for an hour I think, maybe even two. I go do the chores given, of course I start crying thinking why am I being treated like this, and that they are out there being a happy family and I am inside doing what they could and cleaning the house.

I turn looking into the mirror and I just punch it as hard as I fucking can and I sob, hard, looking down at my blistered, broken and bloody knuckles. "Why am I the real world Cinderella? When will I ever be free?" I sob as my brother comes in throwing yet another insult at me along with his nasty laundry. I start to wonder why anyone would want me here. I pull my sleeves up. I smile but cringe at the same time as I find my hidden treasure and as I slowly drag the cold metal across. I feel the warm crimson dribble onto my brother's clothes, I panic. "Shit, shit damn it!" I cry as I try to wipe it off and clean out the stain.

The mean boy I have to live with walks in as I am yanking my sleeves down and hiding the stained sock. He shows me another blood stained sock and shows me it. "What is this bull shit?" he asks in a low tone and I know he is pissed. I whimper " uh, uh i was just trying to get out food coloring that was spilled on it." I look away. Holding my arm I turn, "Did I say you could be dismissed?" he yelled and I shrink away."n-no" I whisper.

I turn and just think... Thinking about how much this family would not miss me. How much they would just go on with their lives and not come to look for me.