Untidy hair gripped in a dispatched ribbon... it was me once again looking in the mirror. I could see the child inside me have died long ago.. but the girl... was it still alive...?
I was looking at the other girl in front of me, when I heard myself saying, "No more."
'NO MORE.' These words hit me hard and I felt something just touched my cheeks. It were tears rolling down my eyes.
"Is it necessary to face the situation like this? Am I really no more?"
Then I saw a body lying next to my dressing table.
It was mine. I was dead.
I heard my stepmother saying," She's NO MORE."
All this started a year ago when my mother died in a car accident. After her, my father married to my stepmother. She behaved kind with my in front of my father. But at his back, I was tortured by her cruelty.
I used to learn from my mother stories and fairy tales. One of my favourites were Cinderella's. She was too haunted by her stepmother and I could easily relate to that. But everyone's fate doesn't take their part.
She was lucky enough to have a Prince for her. But me... I was all alone.
And for now... I was left with no choice to be dead.
© unnati