From Midnight On

The Outfit

Yuuri rummaged through his father's chest of suits, attempting to find the perfect outfit. He had limited time before his family began leaving.
He finally found one that suit him well. He held up the suit and began putting it on, remembering his father telling him he had it made just for him.
"Just for you, little Yuuri. May you put this suit to good use in the future!"
He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the suit in all angles. He smiled and began walking down the stairs quickly.
His step siblings looked at him in disbelief, shocked that he actually finished his chores and found a pretty decent suit.
One of the siblings turned to the mother and whispered,"We can't let him come, what do we do?" to which the mother shushed and walked towards Yuuri.
"So, you have found a suit I see? And where from? Did you steal it? Take it from my dearest, deceased husband's trunk of outfits?" she flared down at Yuuri, seeing him slowly shrinking and shaking.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" the mother turned towards the door and walked out,"I'll give you both 5 minutes before leaving, if the pig is still determined to go then you both shall not come along with." and with that she left, leaving the children in a awkward silence.
The taller sibling looked at Yuuri, throwing daggers at him."Well, piggy, do you still wish to go to the ball with us?" they asked. Yuuri barely got the chance to breath before both the siblings began destroying his suit and hurting him in any way possible. The smaller one grabbed his glasses and broke them in half, stomping on them to make sure they were unusable. After they high-fived each other and left, leaving Yuuri alone in silent suffering.
He went to the back where the old well was. He remembered his father telling him it granted wishes for those who deeply desired their wish. Yuuri kneeled before it and cried into his palms, whispering his wish to be free from the hell his life is.
All of a sudden he heard a whispering. He couldn't quite understand what it was saying but he felt the desire to follow wherever the voice was leading him. It led him back inside, up the stairs, and into his room where he saw a new suit waiting to be worn. He put on the new suit quickly, admiring all the angles of it. It was a dark blue with a bit of a shine, and a mesh back with a black waistcoat around it.
Now he knew he must not be noticed while he is there so he decided to change his appearance a bit more.
One cup of water and a struggle later he was able to push his hair back to seem at least somehow different. As he walked down the steps he realized that he had no way of getting there.
But as he went out the door he saw a carriage had appeared, out of thin air it seemed. The voice came back, whispering,"Be back by twelve, young one."
Without another word, he jogged towards the carriage and went off to the ball.