She was different from everyone else. She had bruises covering her skin. Her father blamed her for her mothers death.
Her sisters moved out long ago to leave Ariel in the wrath of their father.
The bruises, burns, and cuts on her pale delicate skin; scar her. Nothing can be cruler than the words her father fired at her.
The end was crawling nearer to Ariel. One drunken night, her father went on a search for her.
He saw so much of his wife in his daughter. He never wanted so much of a reminder that Ariel had became. He went to her, knife in hand to end it all. When he got there he found her, razor in her pale, limp hand. Thousands of cuts covered her pale body.
She had ended it herself. No more hurting, no more feeling sad, no more more breathing, and no more life.
She lived happily never after
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FantasyWell these are cruel twists on Disney stories. I update every time I can, so bear with me. *waring* * very sad*
