This story is fiction
Source—Naver
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Cinderella lost her parents when she was young and was said to have been hit on the head by her stepmother and sisters
You’ve probably heard a song with that line at least once. I hate this song more than anything in the world
In fairy tales and songs she’s only pitiful, but in reality Cinderella is the stupidest of all. What’s the point of being nice?
Who’s going to appreciate that? In times like these, if you live kindly, you’re an idiot.. The prince doesn’t like kind women
He says they aren’t attractive, says they’re boring. To survive this harsh world all by yourself, you have to be strong
But what should I do? I couldn’t become strong. No, I can’t
Just sacrificing myselfdoesn’t seem so bad
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My dad brought home my stepmother and twin older sister five years after my mother passed away
(Same age as the female lead, born earlier) In my childish heart, I was so happy to have an older sister
During the few days my dad was home, they treated me well. I thought this happiness would last forever
But that was just my delusion. On the days my dad went on overseas business trips, the mother and daughter
began to show their true colors, bullying me, using my things carelessly, and even secretly
stealing them. On top of that, my stepmother started bringing expensive things into the house one by one
They invaded my life without a second thought. I tried telling my dad, but that was only ever
temporary. What I got back was threats or harassment from my stepmother and the two sisters
When they were home, they treated me like a maid
Maybe that’s why I even felt like I had become Cinderella
"Hey, Yoon Yeoju, I’m borrowing this bag and these clothes?"
"Yoon Yeoju, your lip gloss is pretty. I’ll use it a little"
"Hey, do your sisters’ things get worn out just because they use yours?
They said they’d give them back after using them for a bit. What’s the point of having a pretty face when your personality is rotten?"
No matter how much they mistreated me, I endured it. It was for Dad, because Dad was happy
The two sisters, with their cruel faces, coveted everything from my head to my toes
As if it were all a joke, they entered the same high school and the same class, and introduced me as the younger sister their stepfather
brought home. It was ridiculous. I was the owner of that house..
They acted as if they had always been the rightful owners, and they were taking little by little what was by my side
Then Dad died in a sudden traffic accident, and I became an orphan overnight
I denied it. I told myself it was a dream. But cruelly, it was reality
I had lost my one and only dad, but the mother and daughter pretended to cry in front of people
and laughed wickedly behind their backs, as if they had wished for it. After the funeral
the mother and daughter used everything in the house as if it were theirs without asking, and the assets
left to the mother and daughter started being squandered too. They were all completely out of their minds
I was terrified of them. And the mother and daughter spared no means or method
to torment me. My face grew darker, my body became more and more of a wreck, and my mind
wore down. The looks of pity and sympathy from people watching me like that were disgusting
And I was kicked out to the storage room. In this house, I was completely erased
"Hey, isn’t that her? Yoon Yeoju, the twin sisters’ little sister"
"Yeah, I heard. Shamelessly, when she isn’t even the owner of the house, she acts like the owner
of the house. Creepy. The twins are taking her in because they’re nice
otherwise they would’ve kicked her out already"
"If her own dad is dead, then she’s not family anymore. She should leave the house"
"They say you shouldn’t take in a black-haired beast in the first place"
The kids believed the baseless rumors. I was listening, and I was so dumbfounded
because it wasn’t true
They were spreading it however they wanted, and my whole body trembled. Before I knew it, I shouted loudly
"What are you talking about? I was the rightful owner of this house!
The twins only remarried my dad and brought their stepmother here!!"
"Oh my, look at her. Yeoju, I really don’t know what you’re talking about
Did you want Na Kyung and Da Kyung’s lives that badly?"
I was so stunned I couldn’t even speak. Every tear I shed felt wasted
"What did you do right to be crying? Ridiculous. Am I wrong?"
"Jimin, stop it. What are you doing in front of all the kids?"
The kid who had been snapping at me stopped the moment Da Kyung came over. I looked at them with contempt
and Da Kyung and Na Kyung, as if they had planned it, hugged me and pretended to worry about me
Their acting began
"How sad must it be since your dad passed away"
"Are you okay, Yeoju? Don’t cry"
"I’m sorry. I was too thoughtless, Na Kyung"
With that kid fleeing as if scared, I patted her and told her not to cry
The kids watching that scene began to waver one by one
It felt as if they were being controlled by them. When their attention
turned away from me, Da Kyung whispered sharply
"Quit whining. Nothing changes just because you cry"
"Who do you think everyone’s going to side with?"
"...."
It was terrifying. To me, home and school were no longer safe places
All I had left was my boyfriend, Beomgyu. The person who would always be on my side
But he had changed completely. Just yesterday he had been kind and said he loved me
but he betrayed me. His gentle gaze had turned cold
He started laughing at me along with them
"Hey, Yoon Yeoju, do you know why I dated you?"
"...."
"It was because of your background. But now you’re basically an orphan, aren’t you?"
"..Please, say it isn’t true, Beomgyu"
"Oh my, Beomgyu, I didn’t know even you could say something like that
Poor Yeoju. Even her boyfriend betrayed her?"
"Beomgyu, why are you doing this? If even you do this, how am I supposed to live, huh?"
"Let go. Where do you think you’re touching with those filthy hands?!"
Beomgyu roughly shook off my hand. At his words, I collapsed
Laughter filled the place from all around, and biting my lip, I cried in betrayal
Now I realized there was nothing left for me. I was nothing but a laughingstock
No one worried about me. I even resented
my parents for leaving me behind first. Remembering the days when I was happy with Beomgyu, I sank into memory
Looking at the photos on my phone, I saw his smile and tears blurred my vision
No, that can’t be. Beomgyu wouldn’t leave me. It felt like a dream. Day by day I was becoming more and more broken
One day, my teacher asked me with a worried face
"Yeoju, are you okay?"
"..Yes, I’m fine"
I forced myself to act bright and said it was nothing. Whenever I ran into Beomgyu
he looked at me with cold, hardened eyes and ignored me. It was okay for everyone to ignore and
mock me, but Beomgyu, you made it even harder for me
"Beomgyu, don’t go, please!"
"I hate you. Don’t act like you know me. It’s disgusting"
"...."
Bang— as if a bullet pierced my heart, he killed me once more
Cinderella got to go to the ballroom she had longed to visit thanks to her fairy godmother, and
she danced with the handsome prince she fell for at first sight and had a happy time
In the end, the prince put the glass slipper on her, married Cinderella, and they lived happily
ever after. That’s the story, right? But reality was even more cruel than I thought
There was no prince to put a glass slipper on me, and no family to protect me
Giving up on everything, I closed my eyes sadly. You’ll know my ending even without me saying it
In the end, I couldn’t become a 21st-century Cinderella
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.
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When the TV commercial in the dark living room disappeared, the NEWS began
"Breaking news. This afternoon at a high school in Seoul, an 18-year-old girl with the surname Yoon
took her own life. According to the school..."
The TV screen goes off
— END
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I got a sudden burst of inspiration a week ago, so I wrote this based on Cinderella
but now that I look at it, I just rambled on without any real structure ;;
It feels too wasteful to throw away, so I’m uploading it for readers to see
It’s a bit awkward to say the male lead is Beomgyu ;;
Looking back, the story’s all over the place 😅
I’m thinking of turning it into a cruel fairy-tale story, but
my brain might not be up for that
I can imagine it, but I’m pathetic for not being able to write it down 😥","Ideas keep popping up, but if I don’t write them down right then, I forget them
