FairyTale of a Broken Heart

Chapter 2 -- 11 Years Later

The girl wakes up in a dark room, looking around at her surroundings to see her eyes are slowly adjusting. She sees spare masks for some assortment of animals, a door with a plague that reads 'Storage Room' and she sees a cracked mirror on the floor, leaning against the wall. She stands weakly, walking over and looking at the mirror, her breath hitching in her throat as she collapses to her knees

"O-Oh god... n-no..." she sees what looks to be herself, but with some new additions. She has long paper white hair, robotic cat ears and tail, white eyes, pale skin and she's around 4'10, a little more then flat chested and completely naked. She manages to recollect herself, wiping what she thinks are tears from her face, standing and walking to the door, opening it and being blinded by the bright colors and lights, spotting someone familiar.

"Him..." she runs out of the room, heading straight for him, her eyes suddenly red as she jumps on a table and jumps off, using surprise as an advantage, tackling him to the ground.

"How could you!!! Murdering your own daughter... your little girl! Your own blood and flesh! And turning me into... into this!" The man laughs so intensely, it sends chills down her nonexistent spine, she wraps her hands around his neck.

"The hell is so funny?"

"You really think I'm your father? Your really do?" He laughs even harder, he snorts.

"I'm your uncle, you sad little prick." She looks shocked.

"I... what?"

"Mhm~ Aren't you depressed now? Haha, knowing both your parents are gone... for good."

"Their... what?"

"Your mother was admitted to a mental ward a week after you where born, your father died a month after you where conceived. Therefore, you where given to me, your mothers brother, your closest relative. How does that make you feel? Knowing you'll never see either of them?"

"I... no..." she slowly breaks down into tears, her face dry despite her sobs, voice cracking every now and then from the voice box, she stands, falling back against the wall and sliding down, she can't think straight any longer. The man stands, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to the door, throwing her outside.

"And now, you'll never see this home or me, ever again." The door slams, her heart breaking for what she thinks is the last time.