There Is No Happiness

Prologue

      After the death of my mother when I was 5, my father grew dark and cold. He still took care of me like any father would, but he no longer told me stories at night. He didn't help me in the garden, or played games with me. He hardly even had time to help me study. Instead, he sat in the library staring at my mother's chair where she used to sit every day.

      My mother died of cancer. It came on sudden, and didn't take long for her to be dragged down with it. Not long after her death, he was away from the house more often; almost as if avoiding all the troubles here in the home. But recently, after my father's last trip, he seems to be more chipper and more involved. It even surprised the house maids and other servants. I soon came to find out, that all this happiness was due to a woman. An older woman, who looked at our house with disgust. She came with 2 daughter's. Anastasia and Drizella, and 1 feisty cat called Lucifer.

      The ladies and I were all around the same age. I happened to be just 2 months younger than them, since they were twins. But not identical twins, since they looked nothing alike. At first they were nice to me, and we got along for a short period of time. But as they stayed longer and longer, the more of their true character seemed to seep out.

      My father seemed happy, and before I knew I had a new mother and 2 sisters. Everything was fine, until one night. My father's whole demeanor had changed. It was like he was back to mourning mother all over again. Moping around the house, hardly talking to me or pretty much anyone in the house. My new step mother didn't seem too fazed about his ignoring her. All she seemed to do was buy new clothes for her and her daughter's. But before I knew it... I found my father out by the back tree, hanging from a rope. Lady Tremaine, my step mother, told me there was no note. No indication of why he did so. My heart shattered at his sudden death, his sudden suicide. I should've paid closer attention to him, been more persistent with talking to him.

      I could've possibly prevented his death. But this was the beginning of my torture, my torment, my endless hell. And it all started the day my father died, and Lady Tremaine's true colors came to the surface.