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 1 - The Custody Wars
Once upon a time, I belonged to no one - passed like luggage between houses, my slipper already cracking. My mother's love was steady, but courts and distance pulled us apart.
I was seven when the world split down the middle. Texas heat pressed down on everything - on courtrooms, on houses, on the spaces between my parents. They told me it wasn't my fault, but no o ...
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