DOLLHOUSE

DOLLHOUSE - INTRODUCTION

This is a story that I've been thinking about writing for weeks now. I probably won't start working on this until I finish The Outlaw, so I'm just doing an introduction to this story, because knowing myself I'll probably forget about this in a month. Anyways this story was inspired by the song DOLLHOUSE by Melanie Martinez, so I've decided to make the introduction a song-fic. This will be a Niley story by the way. It's going to start off with Miley since the way I picture this she's the girl that is telling the story in Melanie's song. I'm also going to change the name's of their parents.

And if you're curious about the book cover, (I might re-edit it later), No Miley isn't a twin, the reason the cover has two pictures of her is because she suffers from a mental disorder that we'll come to learn of, soon enough.

Anyways here's the introduction! Enjoy!

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Hey Girl Open the walls Play with your dolls, We'll be a perfect family!

Yeah, that's my family. "The Perfect Family." With my dad, Peyton Cyrus being owner of Cyrus, one of the best clothing lines in America. My mom Jillian Cyrus, being one of the most famous Wedding Planners in the state of Colorado, well you can say that my two older brothers James (21) and Harry (19) and I have had it all. At least that's what any average reporter or passing neighbor would assume.

I mean how could you not, with our castle-sized mansion, six automobiles, and of course, our clean image that mother has worked so hard to get for us. You think of us as "Family of the Year". Every where I go I get asked, "What's it like being a Cyrus?" And I respond to them the way my mother taught me to. With an innocent smile and a few bragging words about my family.

James is engaged with the "perfect woman" at least that's what mother says, I mean this girl is the Senator's daughter, which mother wouldn't be more delighted than a child on Christmas day? Harry, who's 19, got accepted into Haverford. My mother must be thinking of ways to brag to her friends at the salon at this very moment. We the Cyrus, are the Perfect Family!

When you walk away, it's when we really play.

At least, like I said before, that's what one would assume. We're the perfect family, only when there's someone watching. But when the cameras are no where in sight, and when those nosy ladies, that everyone knows for their gossiping are gone, that's when life in the Cyrus household get's interesting.

You don't hear me when I say Mom please wake up Dad's with a slut.

You think the Cyrus family is perfect? Wrong. We're anything but that, especially mother and father. I can remember exactly how many times I've came home from my piano lessons and heard moans coming from my parents room, I would've assumed that it was both of my parents in there, but no. Mother was passed out on the couch with a bottle of whine in her hand. I was seven years old the first time I discovered my father's infidelity. The first time I heard the moans and sexual gasps, I thought my dad was playing some of Harry's ghost video games. I remember I ran up the stairs to greet him, when I was outside the door, the noises and grunts were extremely loud. I peaked through the little crack of the door, and there I saw was my father making out with a blonde, only this blonde wasn't my mother.

I remember that day I had sprinted down the stairs towards my passed out mother. "Mom!" I cried as I shook her. "Please wake up! There's another girl sharing the bed where you sleeep! Dad's kissing another girl!" No matter how much I had pleaded, she never woke up.

So every time I'd try to mention it her, she'd cut me off and told me it was a dream. She told me that I had imagined it, that it wasn't real. And being the naive seven year-old that I was, I believed her.

And your son is smoking cannabis.

James always had the pressure to being the "ideal" child. Every event my parents were invited to, they bragged, especially mother, they bragged about his outstanding grades and how he's the star player of every sport the school has. Eventually James became the son that everyone wanted to be, anything he had to do had to be perfect. He wasn't allowed to make mistakes anymore.

It's no wonder he turned to drugs and smoking, they were his escape. Every time I'd try and stop him from damaging himself he'd tell me to "get lost you rotten brat."

Mom didn't mind, as long as nobody found out. It would ruin our image.

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens.

I sat in my room, forced to memorize this entire music piece in one day, mother said I needed to be the best in the class. I was nine, and I already was pressured to fulfill my family's expectations.

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

When's the last time that my family and I, have sat together to have a decent meal? It's been ages. And it seems like the only time we have a civil get together is when there's important people around. But when theirs no reporters, no celebrations, it's literally World War III. My mother tries to hard to make us all seem plastic and "normal", but that only annoys my father, and this whole big scene breaks out.

Places, places, get in your places. Put on your dress and put on your doll faces, everyone thinks that we're perfect, please don't let them look through the curtains.

"There will be reporters outside, so James, tuck in that shirt! And Harry, for God's sakes, please fix your hair! And Miley Ray, I told you to not smear your makeup!" Our mother says, as our limo comes to a hault, at one of the biggest events of the year. Coachella!

"But mother, it got inside my eyeball, and it's very uncomfortable!" Fifteen year-old me whines.

"Beauty hurts child!" My mother tells me. "Better start getting used to it." I rolled my eyes as I tried my hardest to not rub my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm doing this for your own good" my mother then says as she closes the small curtains. "And besides, could you imagine what would happen if a paparazzi would've snapped a picture of my own daughter rolling her eyes at me?! I'd never hear the end of it from the girls at my salon!"

Picture, picture, smile for the picture! Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister? Everyone, thinks that we're perfect, please don't let them look through the curtains.

"Come on kids!" My father's voice sounds so chirpy and fun, of course we're in the middle of a photo shoot for his campaign. "Come on Harry, smile!"

There we stood, eighteen year-old James, sixteen year-old Harry, and fourteen year-old me, there we stood trying our truly very best to seem like the ideal, perfect, siblings. "Miley darling, get in between your brothers, and be the good sister we know you can be!" My father said. "Pose with them like a young, poised, sophisticated lady!" I heard my mother add, from behind the photographer.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E, I see things that nobody else see's.

From the outside, we seem like an actual family of Dolls, who adore one another, dearly. But that's because, they haven't seen what I have seen. They haven't witnessed this Dollhouse of hell, but if they were to, I can assure you that they'll run away, before they get sucked into this Dollhouse too.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect? Ha! We're the perfect actors and actresses, that's what we are!

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I'd also like to point out, that this story may contain some strong language, and some very graphic and disturbing events, from both Nick and Miley.

We'll get to learn about Nick later, in the upcoming chapters.

Please let me know if I should continue this or not.