dollhouse

five

MAYA

I sat on my bed, legs crossed as I stared at the white wall covered with paintings of mine expressing my emotions. They never consisted of me,- no, they were paintings of other people whose top half of their face was covered with clouds, stopping them from seeing the real world. Every single painting was the same, except for what was happening.

As I stared deeper into the paintings, emotions began coming out of me. With quivering lips and watery tears, I closed my eyes, wanting everything to be fake and when I opened my eyes, I would be real. I didn't want to be walking around, masking my real emotions with Chanel makeup or Louis Viton bags.

I want to wear drugstore makeup with a random purse from H&M walking around while breathing in the fresh air, smiling. Unfortunately, I opened my eyes to see that the paintings had gotten deeper inside of me, informing me that the clouds are soon to fade and I will have to be like this forever and ignore everything else.

My thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the door downstairs. It was followed by glass bottles clanking and soft chuckles and giggles.

Kyan had brought home another woman.

Curiosity got the better of me and made me tiptoe towards the stairs facing the hallway, where I could see who he was with. With silent steps, I bent my back to avoid attention, even though it was useless because anybody could see me with a weird position walking along the hallway.

Despite my conscience telling me to go hide in my room, I kept on walking towards the stairs. But as soon as I touched the handrail, I regretted my decision as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Immediately, I ran towards the nearest corner, hoping that two of them would be too drunk to notice my presence.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my back rest against the wall. I closed my eyes, debating whether or not I should let my curiosity get the better of me and take a peek or stay calm and steady. Unfortunately, curiosity killed the cat as I saw Kyan, and my mother.

My eyes went wide open as I let my jaw drop, not being able to take in what was happening. I wanted to run up to her, asking what she was doing getting drunk with a dick. But considering the fact that Kyan was drunk, I let my conscience stop me from doing so.

After a few minutes of hiding, I went back to my room, shutting the door immediately as I let myself fall onto my bed, crying. As I was letting my emotions out, I heard a sound from outside my window. It was as if somebody was outside and had hit the metal stairs of the fire escape.

I stood up, walking towards the bay window without making as much noise as possible. The fear in my mind kept running faster and faster as I reached closer towards the door. Once I reached the window, I was shocked.

" Lucas?" I squinted my eyes, making sure that this wasn't my hallucination.

He just gave me a sheepish smile in return. Shaking my head, I proceeded to open the window and let him in as I sat on the other side of the bay window.

" What are you doing here?" I asked, turning towards him.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head and scooted closer to me.

" Right now, we're not talking about me. We're gonna talk about you and your crying eyes," he cooed.

I smiled, knowing that someone actually cared. It felt as if everything was better. It felt good letting someone in.

Just as the moment was about to be better, the door had another person banging on the other side.

" Mia!" he shouts my name.

Reality came back to my mind as I turned towards Lucas with scared eyes that were slowly turning into ones that were screaming fire. I was suddenly mad and furious at him for coming here and seeing, or rather hear this.

How stupid was I to let someone in?

" Get out," I stared at him.

He looked at me back with shocked eyes. Breaking the contact, I went ahead to open the window.

" Lucas, get out," I glared at him.

Standing up, he looked at me with concerned.

" Maya, what's going on?" he asked.

" Lucas, please," I began crying.

" Mia!"

" Lucas," I looked at him, begging to leave me alone.

" This isn't over," he whispered before crawling out of the window.