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.