I don't own this but I thought it was a good story so all credit goes to the person who wrote this! Hope you enjoy!
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Crybaby's life is the perfect portrayal of how much your upbringing matters. With Mommy drinking her worries away and Daddy with another girl each week, most years younger. Don't forget the big brother who is always drugged out in his room. Mommy tries to block out the smell with perfume and flowers, but there is only so much that lies can cover. Crybaby is known for crying in her room while Daddy is away and Mommy's in the den.
Every month has a picture day. For one day, the family is perfect, only for the hour. Daddy is home, the house is clean and mommy is sober. Big brother is smiling and joking with the family. Crybaby hates the day. She aches for this perfection for every day. She hates that she can't see her daddy on her birthday and that mommy never makes cake.
The day when everything stopped, crybaby was standing in the hall, her teddy bear clutched to her chest like it would protect her from Mommy's wrath. She should have stayed in her room when she heard the screams as mommy found big brothers body in his room. Overdosed on his pretty pills. She watches as Mommy leaves the blood stained sheets in the kitchen. When she looks, she sees Daddy's fate. She screams, but is stopped by the cloth around her face.
Being locked away, drinking from her sleepy sippy cup, Crybaby watches Mommy go downhill until finally Mommy drinks herself to death and she is free. The foster home she's in is nearly as fake as the one Mommy ruined. Her new Mommy is fake. She isn't real. Her face has too many surgeries to count. Her pretty jewelry blinds you from the imperfections of her attitude. Fights echo through the halls as Crybaby sneaks out the window.
At the Carnival across the street, she lets herself in. She is greeted by an older boy. She falls for the boy as they play and before she knows it, he has her locked in place. He calls every other night, when he says he's not busy and doesn't hear a fight. She wanders over to his house, only to be taken in ways she doesn't like. She keeps her love a secret and keeps away at school. Everyone laughs and points at her as she cries. Her sensitivity keeps her from making friends. She sees her love follow the path her daddy took. She ignores the pain and finds a friend in the boy from class. She stumbles over her words. Each day at home, as she stutters, her mouth is washed with soap.
After two years in the house she's forced to call home, she is taken by the wolf who brings ice cream to her street. She lives in agony and makes his food. One day, they get a visitor. The mother who forced her perfection on Crybaby. She laughs at how famous she's become with the missing child. They kiss and Crybaby sees the ruin she will bring to her family. As she was told she gives them milk and cookies. Stale milk and cookies made with poison. Their 'I love you's' get caught in their throats as they die. She escapes and laughs as they find the bodies. She helped. She must have helped. The family is safe now.
For her 18th birthday, she throws a party. No one comes and she laughs it off. As the day progresses with her stuffed animals, she screams and cries. No one is there for her and she lights the house on fire. Only then does someone come to save her. She recognizes the boy. He was the boy from a long time ago. The boy who talked to her in class and became her friend. They become friends again only to learn he has a wife and child.
As the night progress, she wants him back. She takes out the pacifier and waits for the right moment. When the wife is alone, she shoves the pacifier in her mouth. The poison on the tip kills her slowly as she watches. Days later, she's comforting the boy and is soon living with him. The little girl loves her so much and she loves her. The boy was slowly starting to fall for her too. They had kissed the previous night and Crybaby couldn't wait for more. She wanted it all.
After nearly a year together, he started to find out what people had found out after looking into the murder. He was engaged to Crybaby, but quickly confronted her about the accusations. She panicked and hit him in the head. As she knelt over the body, she realized she had killed him and that the little girl was standing in the doorway. She chased her down and gave her a medicine from long ago. Cough syrup and drug. The little girl wouldn't remember a thing. She dropped her off at an orphanage.
Years progressed and Crybaby never aged. She had started killing as a hobby. Always the same type. A man, wife, and child. She would kill the wife, stay with the husband, and when the husband learned the truth, she would kill him and drug the child. She never harmed the children. She saw them as herself. She left them at an orphanage and left for the next town.
She smiled as she came across her new target and approached him. She had made up a name wherever she went, just incase. She smiled at him and sat next to him before introducing herself.
"Hello, I'm Melanie."
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i honestly can't believe I have to put this twice but i'm tired of having people comment "copyright" or "you stole this" LIKE IF YOU WOULD READ WHAT I SAID IN THE BEGINNING THIS WOULDNT BE A PROBLEM BUT SINCE IT IS OR I DIDNT MAKE MYSELF CLEAR IM DOING IT AGAIN! like i said before ALL CREDITS TO THE PERSON WHO WROTE THIS ! I NEVER TOOK CREDIT FOR THIS STORY ! I don't know who wrote it but I will still give credit because it's the right thing to do. ugh that is all. i know this makes me sound like a dick but I'm just sick and tired of the comments you know? no? welp anyways bye.
- ace
