Walking On Broken Glass

Walking On Broken Glass by Ashley Allan

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Cinderella. Some people would say she was too beautiful. The young girl harbored a dark secret. She had killed her first step-mother so her father would marry the housekeeper, Lady Sophia. For you see, Lady Sophia had 2 daughters and Cinderella always wanted sisters.

2 short months after Lady Sophia and Lord Lucas married, tragedy struck the house once again. Lord Lucas was riding home one afternoon when he and his horse were attacked. Lord Lucas fell at the attacker’s sword.

Once Lord Lucas was in the ground, the sweet Lady Sophia was gone. In her place was a wicked woman who treated young Cinderella like a stepping stool. Lady Sophia’s daughters, Annise and Charlotte, were no better.

Cinderella was expected to cook, clean, and be at her evil step families disposable. Anything Lady Sophia, Annise, or Charlotte wanted, Cinderella was to take care of.

A week before Halloween, the Royal Messenger came to the house baring an invitation from the Prince. It was addressed to all the women of the house.

To Every Eligible Women Of The Land:
The Prince, His Royal Highness Sir Michael Anthony
Is Throwing A Halloween Ball To Find A Bride.
Please Come In Costume October 31st.
The Party Commences At Sunset.

Lady Sophia and her daughters were out shopping when the invitation came. Cinderella was so happy for she never got invited to anything.

Upon Lady Sophia’s return, Cinderella showed her the invitation.

“And I’m invited too!” Cinderella exclaimed.

Lady Sophia cackled, “As though anyone would want you. You’re nothing but a grubby little shit. You’re not going anywhere.”

Hot tears rolled down Cinderella’s face as she ran to the dank little room under the stairs where she was forced to sleep. It was there she vowed to get revenge for the last 8 years. When she came out to make dinner, she was feeling much better.

Cinderella waited until bedtime tea before she slipped a little arsenic in Annise and Charlotte’s tea. Cinderella decided not to simply poison her wicked step-mother. No, she had a much more personal approach for Lady Sophia.

After everyone was asleep, Cinderella went into Lady Sophia’s room. Cinderella stood over Lady Sophia, watching her sleep.

“Lady Sophia,” Cinderella whispered unnerving. “Oh Lady Sophia. Your life is about over. Open your eyes and say goodbye.”

As Lady Sophia’s eyes flittered open, Cinderella began stabbing Lady Sophia over and over again. If anyone had taken the time to count, they would have discovered that Lady Sophia had been stabbed 107 times. Nothing but pure rage.

Thankfully no one ever came out to check on the women. That was yet another job of Cinderella’s after all.

Cinderella went to Annise and Charlotte’s room and stabbed them both repeatedly, even though they were already dead.

Cinderella burned her clothes and hid the knife where it would never be found. Then she took a long hot bath before going to bed.

The next morning she ran into town, screaming of murder. The local constable believed Cinderella’s story and the bodies were removed from Cinderella’s house.

On Halloween night, Cinderella dressed up as a witch and went to the castle. By the time she got there, the ball had already begun. The King was not very happy for he wanted the Prince to marry. The Prince had danced with all the girls though and he’d not fallen in love.

“Love at first sight only happens in fairy tales,” the Queen told the King.

At that moment, Cinderella walked into the ball room. Everyone stopped to stare at Cinderella. Even the Prince looked at her in wonder. Even the Prince looked at her in amazement. She was the girl of his dreams!

The Prince asked Cinderella to dance. When the song ended, the Prince took Cinderella out to the gardens.

As the tower clock struck midnight, Cinderella’s glass slippers shattered on her feet. The glass embedded in Cinderella’s feet and try as hard as they might, the kingdoms finest doctors couldn’t remove the glass.

Cinderella was to atone for her past digressions by walking on glass for the rest of her life.

Pink For Breast Cancer Awareness :-)

So much has happened lately. Ryan went to the doctor today. They're going to do an ultrasound next Thursday. His appointment is at 9a.m. Unfortunately with my new job I have to be at work by 9. Otherwise I would be there with him. I'm so scared. Losing him will kill me. Everyone is trying to assure me it's nothing but how can they be sure?

As I said above, I got a new job. I'm going to be working in a deli/gas station. It's not a glamorous job nor is it one I actually want but I need a "normal" job. I'm drowning in bills. They need to get paid and babysitting sure as shit isn't going to pay them. 

October is here. That means Breast Cancer Awareness month. Save the Ta-Tas, Save the World. Yeah, I went there. I don't actually watch Heroes but I love their catch phrase. 

"Horrorcore" Music is being blamed for the murders of 4 people in Virgina. The murderer was down with the clown. If you get that reference, I'll love you forever. If not, it's an ICP reference. (Insane Clown Posse) ICP really brought "Horrorcore" to the world. You can't blame music for someones actions. Nor can you blame video games, movies, or anything else like that. 


Barack Obama was awarded with the Nobel Peace Prize today. I can't really say that I agree with it. I think there are so many more people that are more deserving. I know that I am not the only person who feels this way. However I still want to congratulate President Obama for winning.


Also in the news today was an article about NASA's attempt to blow up the moon. I don't know about you, but I think the moon's pretty damn important and blowing up a bit of it just to see if there's water on the moon is idiotic. Now NASA says the moon strike worked. Of course they're not sharing whether or not there is water on the moon yet. NASA is so tight lipped anymore it's ridiculous. The problem I have with shooting rockets at the moon with the express intent to blow shit up is we could seriously mess up our world if we manage to push the moon just a mile off course. We live in a world of delicate balances. We don't want to complete fuck our futures up do we? 


It seems that summer has given way to winter once again. Skipping fall completely. They are calling for SNOW. IN OCTOBER. This is going to be a really fucking long winter at this rate. I'm moving to Georgia. *sobs* I miss spring and fall. But I really miss spring. Warm rain, blooming flowers, and the beautiful scents that fill the air. Actually moving somewhere warmer is a good possibility. I bet I could convince Ryan to move to somewhere like Tennessee or Alabama. Somewhere with a lot of trains would get him moving. 

The Perfect Moment? Every Time  I'm In His Arms.

If You Can't Daze Them With Your Intellect, Baffle Them With Your Bullshit.

I will stand by you forever.

Today made one month for Ryan and I. Anyone who knows me, knows that's a fairly huge accomplishment. Most of they guys I've dated have found someone else to love by now or just fell out of love with me. I don't think that's going to happen with Ryan and I. He knows my fears and I know his, to a point. We both have things that are private. I have never assumed to know all his fears and I doubt he thinks he knows all mine. But we know the important ones.

I am so not going to start celebrating every month but the first month is very special to me. Ryan's birthday is the next big celebration on the horizon. He's turning 24 on the 23rd but we're not celebrating until the 23th because he'll be celebrating his actual birthday with his family. Some may wonder why I'm not celebrating his birthday with them. That would be because I haven't actually met them. It's not that I'm a secret per-say. Ryan's mother, Jean, knows about me but Ryan's father, Larry, and his brother, Sean, don't. At least they didn't last time I checked.

I don't feel like a secret usually but sometimes...Sometimes I do. I want to spend my life with Ryan, but I don't want to do it without his family knowing. I plan on having kids. Not right now, but before I'm 25, and I want them to know their fathers side of the family. Also, I'm pretty sure Ryan would want them at the wedding. I know some of you are going 'WTF?' out there but Ryan and I have always talked about marriage and we both want to get married eventually. Actually to be technical, Ryan already asked me. But it was just jokingly. We hadn't even known each other a week at that point.

Before we get married, or have kids, or even think about getting our own place together, Ryan and I need to talk about some things. We're not twins, and we need to figure out a way for this to work without either of us loosing our independence or our unique personalities. Like his love of trains and sports or my love of reading and writing. What's great is we do have a good amount of things in common. Like we both love playing video games, and we neither of us lets the other win. It's not that we're overly competitive, we just like challenging each other.

Every time I hear this song, I think of Ryan and how much he means to me.

Hero

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owTmJrtD7g8

Would you dance, if i asked you to dance?

Would you run and never look back?

Would you cry if you saw me crying?

And, would you save my soul tonight?

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?

Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this.

Now would you die, for the one that you love?

Hold me in your arms tonight.

I can be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

Would swear that you'll always be mine?

Or would you lie, would you run and hide?

Am I in to deep?

Have i lost my mind?

I don't care, you're here tonight.

I can be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

Oh, I just want to hold you.

I just want to hold you.

Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

Well I don't care, you're here tonight.

I can be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

I cant be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero...