Dream

Chapter 1

One last bead.

Finished.

My masterpiece has been complete, if only it were mine. The minute I finished assembling the necklace, it was taken away from me and given to my sister. I felt my lip twitch and tears coming to my eyes. If it weren't for the consequences of showing my emotions, I would have cried. I would have gotten a blanket and draped it around me and burry my head, as I sniffled. Crying was the worst, the pain you would feel. But the feeling afterwards was the best. It was like walking out to the aftermath of the rain. The air fresh and pacifying. I drew in a fresh breath of air and bit my lower chapped lip.

My mother snatched away the necklace from my hand, as if I was nothing, only to serve her.

"Gabriella, my dear. Your beautiful necklace has been made," she said sweetly to my stepsister.

The necklace surrounded her neck perfectly, as if it were a part of her. Drops of colours complemented her dress, and made her seem as if it was melting for such beauty of hers. It was beautiful.

"Oh my! Darling," She tilted her head, putting her hands to her powdered cheeks as her eyes melted before continuing. "You're meant to be the next queen of this kingdom, no one is as beautiful as you are."

"Ma. May I see?"

"Anything for you." I felt my eyebrows furrow as I heard a hint of fakeness. It couldn't be, perhaps adorned.  

"Hand me the mirror." She waved me over, gesturing to grab a mirror.

Angry and hopeless, I obeyed. I fumbled for my mirror, quickly handing it to her. With a slip of a hand, she dropped it. It clashed to the floor, pieces of glass sprinkled the floor. Broken. My cruel mother had dropped the most valuable thing that left of my dad. I was broken like the shattered glass on the floor. A sly devious grin flashed across mother's face.

"Oops." She put her hands to her bold red lips, eyes widened. "It ought to be broken sooner or later, your dad always gave you the worst quality items from the market."

Silence.

 "He was no good anyways," she concluded. I think I heard regret in her voice, mixed with all the other emotions.

All I could do was stare at her with shock and disbelief. I couldn't feel my hands. Perhaps it was frozen by the coldness of my mother. I clenched them, urging every cell in my body to not burst out crying, until I felt my body relax.

There's no point in arguing, anyways. He's in your heart, he'll always be. You don't need a mirror to say that he loves you.

What had become of my mother? My mother who gave birth to me treats me so poorly, compared to her stepchild. Her first-love, my dad was an enemy deep down in her heart. I couldn't understand why.

"I love you, I always will." The memory of Ma years ago whispering into my ears echoed. I still remember that moment vividly. Did she really love me? If so, why did her actions conflict her feelings in her heart.

She slapped me in the face, bringing me back to reality.

"Don't just stare at me, go grab another mirror." 

I quickly ran to the other room and grabbed Gabriella's mirror, along with the supplies needed to clean up the mess. I came back and gave my mother the mirror and obediently cleaned up the mess. I secretly wanted to fight back and speak up. But, I couldn't. My life depends on my obedience, I would have no place if I get kicked out. I am sure that I can be kicked out at any moment, I am worthless seen with the narrow eyes of my mother.

Worthless.

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Author's note

Hey! *waves with both hands, smiling*

Ma may seem like Cinderella's mother, because this book is in the category of fan fiction. I added multiple fairytale stories together to make this book.

I'm glad that you gave my story a try. I hope you enjoyed it and continue to read more! I would appreciate it if you could give some feedback, or even a vote if you liked the chapter; it would mean a lot. (: