Squeaky Secrets: Squeaker's Story

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, though not graphic.

Prologue
I was little when it happened. My mom died in an accident, leaving me alone with my father, a mouse from Cinderella. He had been much older than my mom and couldn't take that she could just go like that. So he found an outlet for his anger and grief. Me. And I don't mean he spoiled me by showering his love for mom on me. He chose a different way.

He abused me. I was five when he took a knife and sliced my little tail clean off, like the farmer's wife did to the three blind mice. I had had enough at that point. That night, I ran off into Cinderella's Kingdom, (my father lived just outside of it), and thankfully was found by a nice woman who was also a mouse from Cinderella's story, Martha Mouse. "Whatever's the matter young one?" She asked, seeing the blood splattered on the back of my clothes. "I made Daddy mad, he not like me anymore since Mama died." At five years old, that was exactly what I believed I had done.

Martha led me inside, telling the authorities I was her niece, Squeaker. So I buried deep inside me the knowledge that i had ever been Seraphina Mouse, that I had ever had a family other than my Aunt Martha.