When I was a young girl I HATED the Disney movie Cinderella. I remember my Mother popping it into the DVD player and sitting me in front of it. She had told me it was a great movie that all girls my age loved. I was actually a bit excited to see it. Then it started, what a horrible piece of shit fairytale this pile of brain numbing junk movie was. Bitch was forced to do housework? What? Bitch please. You are young, fucking leave you stupid cunt. I was disgusted by her worthless useless self. I didn’t even watch all of it, my Mother was very disappointed that I didn’t like the movie. Tough shit Mother, tough shit.
That night while tucking me in my Mother asked me what I didn’t like about the movie. I told her exactly what I said above, and ended up getting my mouth washed out with soap. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. I thought that maybe I should come up with my own Cinderella story to tell my Mother so she could see that the movie was just a load of shit.
In my story Cinderella was a doll, whom had an evil spirit dwelling inside of it. She was taken to an orphanage where all the little girls played with her. However, there was one girl in particular who the doll held a certain fascination for. The Demonic presence inside the doll took over the girl, whom became an embodiment of the doll. Cinderella went around the orphanage scaring the shit out of the loser orphans. She would raise up at night, climb over them, bite them, cut them, fuck them, what ever she wanted. Eventually Cinderella ended up in a psych unit where she continued to do all her weird shit. It was a wonderful twist to the story, at least I thought so, my Mother however, did not. She backed away from me, there was something in her eyes that made me think she was frightened. It’s so hot to know that I scared the shit out of my Mother that badly that from that day forward, she would never ever be alone with me again, and she got a lock for her bedroom door. Meanwhile, I would go over my story over and over again in my head. To date, Cinderella is still in the mental hospital doling out sick and twisted enjoyment for all.
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