once upon a time, not so long ago, and a land that is not so far away, there lived a girl whose father had made bad choices. A lot of them. She would have rather been living with her mother but her mother had seen fit to go on a mission to another land one which was not ideal for small girls to grow up in. Once the girl had known which land but it had been so long since she had seen her mother that she had forgotten where it was she had gone. Her father had remarried a very beautiful woman who was vain and envious of all around her. This new mother was indeed wicked, indeed she was a wicked stepmother.
Well that was what Darcy White thought of her anyway, because it made Darcy feel better about being abandoned. The truth was not something that Darcy liked to think about. Truth was ugly and cruel and Darcy wanted no part of it. She wanted the fairy tale and the comfort it provided. She wanted well crafted lies to explain why she was so unhappy. To Darcy, her father who she had adored had remarried a wicked and selfish woman who would not let Darcy have everything as her father had let her have and was controlling to the point of setting definite bed times.
Her father, had lost all hope at happiness when her wicked stepmother had made him get another job. He had become little more than a shadow in Darcy's life as his new job took him out on the road and farther away from the daughter he loved for longer and longer stretches until one day Darcy could not remember seeing him two days in a row.
Her wicked Stepmother was self-employed and made Darcy do all the chores and cooking while she herself sat around all day doing her nails and talking to her magic mirror who would assure her stepmother that she was still beautiful and desirable. Everyday, her stepmother would sit down at the mirror and type it messages and listen to it tell her how pretty she was and the day would go by with her stepmother making her do all the work. She was never commanded to do the work, but her stepmother would ask so sweetly to disguise the threat that Darcy was sure was really there.
Well that was what Darcy White thought of her anyway, because it made Darcy feel better about being abandoned. The truth was not something that Darcy liked to think about. Truth was ugly and cruel and Darcy wanted no part of it. She wanted the fairy tale and the comfort it provided. She wanted well crafted lies to explain why she was so unhappy. To Darcy, her father who she had adored had remarried a wicked and selfish woman who would not let Darcy have everything as her father had let her have and was controlling to the point of setting definite bed times.
Her father, had lost all hope at happiness when her wicked stepmother had made him get another job. He had become little more than a shadow in Darcy's life as his new job took him out on the road and farther away from the daughter he loved for longer and longer stretches until one day Darcy could not remember seeing him two days in a row.
Her wicked Stepmother was self-employed and made Darcy do all the chores and cooking while she herself sat around all day doing her nails and talking to her magic mirror who would assure her stepmother that she was still beautiful and desirable. Everyday, her stepmother would sit down at the mirror and type it messages and listen to it tell her how pretty she was and the day would go by with her stepmother making her do all the work. She was never commanded to do the work, but her stepmother would ask so sweetly to disguise the threat that Darcy was sure was really there.
One day her father stopped coming home. He sent a message to tell her his mission would keep him away for another year in this far off land and that her stepmother would be there to care for her. Darcy cried and cried, she sent multiple messages to her father pleading with him to return but to no avail. Her wicked stepmother pretended to offer comfort but Darcy could tell that it was a thinly veiled disguise a sham really. Darcy yelled at her and locked herself away in her room and would not come down for supper.
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