She sat there wishing for the flash backs to end. She cried for them to stop. She was sexually harassed by her brothers growing up and almost recently raped. Her dad cusses her and her mom just watched. She sat there thinking to herself "So many flashbacks I just want them to end." And she took her razor and sliced her wrist until she felt better and the pain distracted her.
"Fix me some kool-aid"
"I need more tea"
"More ice"
"Stop studying"
"Sweep and mop this floor spotless"
"Why is there dust here you lazy mfer"
"Fix me breakfast"
"Is dinner done yet?"
"Don't burn it"
She was treated as a slave by her father and her brothers and sometimes even her mother. Always criticized and never was good enough. And when things wasn't perfect, her dad would make sure to raise hell. She spent her life school, cooking, cleaning, sleep. No time for anything else. Her sleep was constant nightmares, stress screwed up her cooking, and who's perfect? Certainly not me.
Here starts the life of your 15 year old Cinderella...
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My Cinderella
RandomOnce upon a time in a land far far away there lived a very happy child with a wonderful family-uh no. There is no far away land or once upon a time. There's no happy child or a wonderful family. Heres the reality check of a Cinderella. Life sucks an...
