cinderella | sting x reader

Chapter 11- Courage

I obliged, and gave a strong tug.

Slap.

"Have you ever heard of too tight?!" Sherry screeched menacingly. "Get out, get out now!" From my position on the floor, she grabbed me by the back of my dress and threw me out the hallway.

The flashback played in my mind over and over again as I slumped down the stairs, almost bumping into Minerva.

"Get out of the way! How dare you think you can just come up and down these stairs in such a fashion?!" she flared, her teal eyes deadly.

"Pardon me," I whisper, bowing my head.

She snorts, and keeps on walking.

"Uhm, m'lady?" I call, uncertain of whether to tell her that the sun is about to set. "I thought you had to go before the sun sets..." I whisper hesitantly.

Minerva rolled her eyes, half-turning towards me. "That means late at night, weakling. And stop cowering," she demanded.

"Yes m'lady."

I walk out of my own home, not wanting to see one more bit of the freshly poisoned mansion.

I walk on the light-stoned pathway to the garden behind the house.

The roses were blooming, even if Beth hadn't been here in months.

I feel sad, thinking about Beth, Kagura, Ariana, and the others.

Seeing them here, running around, teasing each other, and working with happiness made me lonely.

I turned away, not able to bear it.

I limp to the secluded area by the shed.

The shed was in plain view, and next to it were the vegetables- having grown wild and free, the whole garden covered with red, all shades of green, yellow, and some speckles of orange.

I went to the side of the shed, so no one could see me. Avoiding as many vegetables as possible, I slid down the wooden side of the structure.

I sit with my knees folded, laying my head on and wrap my arms around them.

It's all over for me, I guess.

Sitting here, defeated by people with evil intentions.

My mother would be so disappointed in me.

That thought made me even more depressed as my arms wrapped themselves tighter and tighter around me.

"That's what friends are for, right?"

My head snaps upward.

The man.

The stranger with the lightening grin, the tumbling blond hair, the sharp features, his pained but always joyful eyes.

I could almost see him there in the distance... but this time, he wasn't wearing his brown cloak.

Dresses in a loose white t-shirt and formal dark blue pants, he had his cravat slung over his shoulders and he was grinning. The t-shirt was outlined with gold thread, and his hair, surprisingly, looked combed.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

As if I fished my confidence out of a well, I marched along to the house, not caring that Minerva was replacing our old carpet with a silver one.

I hurried up the attic, slamming the door open.

Mom's and dad's things littered the room messily and unevenly, everything piled on top of each other.

I sigh, breathing in their smell so similar to mine.

I twirled around the room, imaging my parents sitting on their faded armchair, squished together but not minding at all.

They were laughing and smiling at me, and I winked.

I opened my mother's closet, and I swear I could feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

Her dresses were neatly aligned there, a mixture of all sorts of colorful colors Minerva, Sherry, and Chelia never wore.

I looked in the mirror, having taken a bath here in the attic.

I was wearing my mom's beautiful pink, flowy dress that stopped past my knees.

I went down the stairs, my nervousness not present at all.

"What... are... you... wearing?" Minerva breathed, scanning me slowly from head to toe.

"My mother's dress," I replied back, not meeting her eye as Sherry and Chelia grimaced.

"Why?" Minerva said again, not understanding what I was trying to do.

"I... want to go to the ball with you..." I exhaled.

They burst out laughing, high-pitched and they fanned themselves with their fans to add effect. "You? Come with us to the Prince's ball?" Sherry laughed, fuschia hair tied in a flowing ponytail.

"I won't dance or anything," I say quickly, waving my hands in front of me. "I won't make any contact with you, I just want to go see a friend."

"Yes, of course," their mother cooed, her voice as slick as oil. She stepped closer to me, her teal eyes unpleasant.

She reached up for one of my brushed locks of hair, rubbing it in between her fingers. "Just one problem..." her eyes met mine. "You are not coming with us," she gave my hair a violent tug, making me yelp.

"Look at you!" she yelled aggressively, her daughters smirking behind her. "Compare yourself to my daughters..." Sherry and Chelia came forward pompously, twirling their emerald and topaz dresses. They looked beautiful. "Why would someone like you have the same privilege as my girls?"

"The ball is open to everyone. Not to mention, my father got an invitation and he could bring his family with them!" I say bravely, feeling less confident on the inside.

"Ha! Mother is your gaurdian now, since they married. And you are not coming with us!" Sherry yelled shrilly, coming up to me and grabbing my right sleeve of the dress.

Riiiiiip.

I gasped, stepping away from her.

My hand went to my torn sleeve, and a piece of baby rose fabric was clutched in the gloved palms of Sherry.

"Tell me about it," Chelia smirked.

Her smirk wasn't at all like his.

My other sleeve ripped of, but I was too slow to slap her hand away. "Stop it!" I cried, movign up the stairs,

The two sisters grinned simultaneously, before looking back to their mother. She nodded at them, and the grasped at my dress.

Tears through fabric, stitches popped, and blood sizzled at the side of my arm were Chelia scratched me.

Tears welled in my eyes. "Why?" I sobbed. "What have I ever done to you?"

"What have you ever done to me?" Minerva glared, passing her daughters. "Being here and ruining my marriage."

I ran down the stairs, hitting my shoulder against Minerva's as I cried.

I went to my previous place against the shed, and I cried and cried and cried.

Why are they so cruel? What made them do this? What lead them to torment others so maliciously?

"Oh, I wonder that too, (y/n)," a dreamy voice said, and a flash of bright light flashed in front of me.

IS IT NORMAL TO WRITE FANFICTION DURING CLASS

NO

TOO FUCKING BAD YOU SHIT-ASS FUCKING MORONIC PISSANT OF A TEACHER YOU SHOULD TEACH BETTER

i should swear less my bad behavior is infecting my writing XD