(Previously known as The Cinderella's Bad Boy)
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"Be your own kind of Cinderella"
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(Extended Summary inside)
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Chapter |30|
I don't regret all the choices I've made in life.
Yes, there are many I regret but even they somehow make me feel good since it's because of those bad choices that I stood here, my limits of self control breaking.
Letting Alicia trample me till now was something I regretted but the good that I think came out of it was the realisation of how easily I was letting her crush me.
I hadn't realised how pathetically easy it was for her to break me and what was even more disgusting was that I hadn't been fighting.
Yes, I never let her bullshit me all the time. There were moments when I lashed out on her as well but those little incidents had created a mirage of satisfaction that was too little to even compare.
That mirage had wiped out the need for me to stand up and fight for myself.
But then, a mirage in a desert is tempting only when you want to quench your thirst of water. It doesn't make any difference when your already not parched.
As I sat in front of my mom's grave, it felt as if I'd found water despite the mirage tempting me to surrender into its claws of false luxury.
My wig was barely stable, my belts almost slipping off but that didn't make my eyes waver from the notes and pieces of paper stuck on the cool stone, hiding away my mother's name.
Penny the Skank.
Worthless daughter of an unloved mother.
Shitty creature, not even worthy of this world.
Your daughter is a waste of life.
She is utterly useless. Penny- The Waste.
Alicia's handwriting mixed with others flashed on the pieces of paper stuck to the grey stone. My eyes had already turned cold.
"Where is she, now?" I asked without much of an emotion.
Emma was kneeling down beside me while she cried a little. She had pulled off most of the notes but couldn't remove all before I entered the cemetery.
She didn't want me to read the words that were meant for Penny.
"Emma, please don't cry. These words mean nothing to me because they aren't even addressed to me," I said, trying to let a smile slip.
At this, she looked up at me. "What do you mean, Skye?"
"Skylar. That's who I am and that's who I will always be. You don't need to worry about these comments because Penny is going on a very long vacation and I'm not sure when she's gonna return. If she's ever gonna return," I said and got up.
