The Next Generation

The unfair bus.

I was running. I didn't know where, I didn't know why, but I was running. The woods looked different here. They held a deadly look, with an aura you would feel in a horror movie. I kept looking back— trying to see something that didn't seem to be there. I kept tripping up in twigs and rocks, but after I caught myself, I started to run a little faster. I had to get there. I just had to. Suddenly, I heard a deep growl right behind me, and despite being a clear day, I couldn't see 10 feet away from me. The growls were getting louder and louder, and I was starting to get faster and faster, moving my feet with alarming speed. When, suddenly, my feet stopped working, and I couldn't move. I was about to scream for help when—

Ruff. Ruff. Ruff. Ruf—

I groaned, smacking the alarm clock to make it stop, right before rubbing the sleep from my eyes. When I opened them, I didn't see the woods as I'd seen in my dream, instead I saw my small, light blue bedroom. I sighed. Sometimes I wish I were in the woods.

I slowly rolled off my bed, making sure not to bang my head against the sharp end that is my nightstand (that's happened too many times for my liking). It's Thursday, I thought to myself as I stood up from my rough carpet. All you have to do is survive two more days.

I stumbled out of my bedroom, making my way down the long, empty hallway that is part of my house. The walls were narrow as it was, but with the brown paint it looks like it's closing in, and thankfully I don't have claustrophobia. The house was too quiet. I had no animals (I wish I did, though), so I really had no one to care for, except me, myself and I. My adoption parents had decided it would be a wise decision to leave me home alone, while they went to a vacation for 2 years. They decided I was old enough so that they could trust me.

And because of that I didn't feel especially bad when I broke one of the TV's. And broke a lamp. And ruined the floor on the stairs when I slid down them last winter. They thought it would be smart to leave me alone. Not my fault. Oh well—I've survived this long, that must be a sign, or something. I hope. It's only been a little less than a year so I wouldn't really know.

I unplugged my iPad from the wall next to the 'incident of 3/4/15' (aka the broken TV) and blasted my favorite song while getting ready.

Hey girl, open your walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
When you walk away, is when we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
"Mom, please wake up,
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis."

No one ever listens, this wall paper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

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

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.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
(I see things that nobody else sees)

Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on
Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry
When you turn your back she pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity
Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,
Go back to being plastic.