There was no ball. No fairy godmother. No midnight magic. Raised between divorcing parents and then forced under the cruel reign of a stepmother and her family, one girl became invisible - her laughter muted, her voice forbidden. Food became control, blades became release, and perfection became a mask she was forced to wear. The broken slipper is all that remains - its shards sharp but still reflecting the light of a spirit that faded yet refused to die. (Note: Based on actual life events)
Chapter 8 - Cuts in the Glass
Broken glass feels almost gentle compared to the silence of being unseen.
Silence had become my prison. Every day I smiled when told, obeyed when expected, and kept my voice small enough to disappear. But silence builds pressure, like steam inside a sealed container. Eventually, it needs a release.
That's when I found the blade.
At first, it was curiosity - the ...
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