DOLLHOUSE

SIPPY CUP

Melanie’s eyes widened and her entire body locked up. The house seemed to spin like a ferris wheel at a horrible carnival. She could feel every and any pair of eyes in the house on her. She was to afraid to look and see what the house had become. Her eyes were locked on Hatter.Hatter gave a sickly smile, and a wicked
flame burned in her eyes.
Melanie was stuck. Her body was like an old board, rigid and unmoving. She couldn’t
move if she wanted to. And she wanted badly tomove.
“What do you want?” Melanie asked, shaking, but somehow she still felt like she wasn’tmoving at all.
“I think you know, don’t you?” Mely retorted, her voice sharp like a blade, as if she lived her life around sharp. She was the definition of sharp.
“Let me go, I don’t want you all, I don’t need you all!” Melanie yelled, pulling against the force holding her back.
“But Melanie, you do want us, you will need us,” Hatter said. The force let go of Melanie and she was running to the door faster than her brain could
comprehend.

It was locked.

She ran to the windows, hoping they were unlocked.

Windows locked.

She remembered that there was a key you needed to open the windows and the doors. She understood why now. There was no way to escape. She fell to her knees and cried. Cried out dark tears. The horrors just stared
at her like she was crazy. (Melanie later thought how ironic that was.)
Her arms chilled over like she was being stared at.

She was.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” She screamed, holding her torso and leaning over, hiccupping and sobbing.Her esophagus burned with rage and her vision was blurry.
“I do not understand why you feel the need to ask such silly questions,” Hatter said in a mocking tone.Her smile curled like she was a cheshire cat. It chilled Melanie to the bone.
Melanie felt her heart ice over and her brain froze. She could not distinguish between fiction and reality. She heard things and felt things and saw things she didn’t understand. Every part of her was frozen, and her mind was stuck on a loop of strange imagery. The horrors had a special way of ruining her.
“Let me leave, you taunt me everyday. Isn’t that enough?” Melanie sobbed out.
Her hands shook. She realized her entire body was shaking.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Ariel meandered somewhere, possibly the liquor cabinet.His addiction was worse than anyone would ever know.  He could drink bottles of Everclear like he was drinking Budweiser. It was amazing that he isn’t dead. His footsteps echoed in a stairwell. He didn’t know which one, and he didn’t
care.His stomach ached and his head pounded. If he didn't get some sort of alcohol in his system, he really would be dead. The glass cabinet held all types of alcohol. Cognac, Grey Goose, Patron. .He pulled out a bottle of wine and a wine glass. The
freezer chilled his neck as he pulled out a few ice cubes to put in his glass. The wine felt classy as he lifted the glass to his lips. From far away, he would
look like a young man drinking wine at a business party. He was only fifteen, (In homosapien years, at least. He was a metaphor, and however long Melanie had him was truly how old he was, but that would make him about two years old) His arm shook as he swallowed the thick red liquid, coating his throat and burning on the
way down. He felt better, but he still needed more.He decided to try and pace himself so he could stay conscious enough to talk to Melanie. He would make her
stay. They all would. That was the plan. They decided to make Ariel do it. They all knew Melanie was more vulnerable to Grey Goose. That's what started the addiction. Bottle after bottle, she always wanted more. More wine, more beer, more liquor. It never seemed to end.
Ariel took a deep breath and descend the stairwell he came up. His head started to blur with the alcohol entering his system.He saw the group standing around Melanie. They all looked back when they heard him. The horrors moved out of the way and Melanie breathed in deeply, trying to slow her loud sobbing and hiccuping. She wiped away tears with her shirt, which was already stained with tears. Ariel gave her a sympathetic look and tilted his head to the side.
“Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want your pity, I want out!” She screamed.
Standing up and stumbling forward. Ariel caught her.
“I would think by now you would have figured your wants aren’t our concern,” Ariel stated monotonously, having rehearsed it with Hatter multiple times. .He held her up so she could stand on her own. Melanie rolled her eyes and grabbed Ariel’s shoulder.He giggled and put his hand
over hers.
“I suggest you get comfortable, because you are not leaving,” Mely said, and
with that the horrors took off to take care of their own priorities.
“You can’t keep me here!” Melanie yelled, leaning against the wall for support. Her body suddenly felt groggy and loose, like she was drunk. She cursed
Ariel in her head. Her heart and her head felt like they were melting away.Her bones rattled with the realization of her mistake.
“Then leave,” BedHead said with a smirk. Melanie’s realization melted off and became anger. More sadness than anger, but she tried not to admit that to herself.
“How do I do that if you won’t let me go?” She asked, her voice cracking like glass. Her eyes prickled with tears like a watery cactus. Pain started to settle, but
her stomach burned.
“You made the choice, if you didn't want to be here, you shouldn’t have done
what you did,” Ariel said with a vague slur.
“You made me do this, you monster! YOU! You made the choice. You brought me back here. I never wanted tome here. Not ever. You knew that! I thought you all were my friends! You tricked me!” Melanie cried out, throwing a plastic dinner plate to the ground. Somehow it shattered like real glass. It soothed her. Ironically.
“You should find something better to do with you time,” Hatter said.
“I had better things to do. I had hobbies and addictions that were much better than this!” Melanie said.
“Pick your poison,”Hatter smirked.
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Melanie sat on a couch,liquor in one hand cigarette in another. Ariel sat
next to her, his situation similar. The only difference is he had red wine in his hand.
His cigarette burned red,like hatters hair.
Melanie wasn't sure how she had gotten here. She went from yelling to
smoking.Her ashes filled the ash tray like a gray snowy mountain. The cigarette
burned red hot,like anger. It was better the cigarette be angry than her, she
thought. The liquor burned her throat and soured her stomach until she didn't
care where she was anymore, as long as there was drink and smoke.Her eyes shone
like diamonds and her cheeks were pink like cotton candy.Her heart beat like
hummingbird wings and she was not even scared of it beating out of her chest. She
wasn’t scared of anything anymore.Not even the horror sitting all around her.
Her ribcage had turned into a set of wings that would take her anywhere she could
believe. Smoke filled her lungs and drained her energy, but she had never felt more
alive. She wasn’t even sure if she had been alive until now.
“Wine is such a classy drink, I want wine. Screw the liquor,” Melanie said,
putting her bottle of liquor down. Ariel giggled as Melanie tried to stand up, but
failed horribly.
“Shut up and get me wine,”melanie retorted,flopping back down onto the
couch.
“Alright, do you want the rest of my pinot grigio?” Ariel asked, handing
melanie his half filled glass.
“Eh, what else do you have?” She asked, pushing the glass away.,
“Merlot, Chardonnay, cherry, burgundy,” Ariel said. Listing off what he
knew for sure was in the cabinet.
“Cherry? Yeah, Cherry sounds good,” Melanie said,much more quiet than she
was before.
“Do you like cherries?” Ariel asked.
“Yeah I-” Melanie started off. She didn't get to finish before she was cut off by
Ariel.
“You do like cherries, I know that. Sorry, that was a stupid question. I’man
idiot,” Ariel stated, handing melanie a glass of cherry red wine. Melanie rolled her
eyes and took the glass, taking a drink of the blood red poison.
“We’re both idiots, we’re both drunk,” Melanie said.
“We’re both perpetually drunk,” Ariel said, plopping next to her.
“YOU are perpetually drunk, I was fine until today, you freaking walnut,”
Melanie said.
“What kind of insult is that?” Ariel said, giggling at Melanie’s incessant
slurring.
“The kind that fits you perfectly,” Melanie said, her glass one wine already
almost empty. Ariel was a bit impressed. Then again, she had done much worse before.
“I suggest you find better insults, that wasn’t very effective, if you ask me,” Ariel said.
"Good thing I didn't ask" Melanie grumbled.
Ariel laughed, standing up to refill his drink. Pinot Grigio was his preferred drink. It
was the only reason he was a regular at the wine store.He had to dilate himself to
get the wine, but it was worth it.He had discovered a way to get out of the
dollhouse.He didn't want to tell anyone, he wanted to keep something for himself.
The Pinot Grigio sloshed around in his cup as he walked back over to where
he was.He never wanted to trick Melanie.He did miss her, but he knew that this
wasn’t good for her. Some days it seemed like he was the only one who did. The
others wanted to hurt her. Deceive her. They only wanted to manipulate her for
their own agenda. And they all knew she would end up there.Nomatter what
melanie thought of herself, she wasn’t strong. At least, she wasn’t as strong as she
thought she was. She spent more time crying than a newborn baby. Most of her
thought were on was to hurt herself and how to get ahold of alcohol.How she
could get rid of the voices and how she could get her hands on a hot piece of ass at
some fancy country club owned by her uncle. None of her thoughts were pure. She
could keep control of anything in her life. Ariel pitied her. But of course, he would
never tell her that.
“I want to go home,” Melanie said with a monotone voice. Ariel sighed.He
knew this was coming. Melanie always blabbed and blubbered when she was drunk.
“You can’t you are stuck here until you find a way out,” ariel said, grabbing
the cigarette from Melanie and putting it out.
“I tried to get out, i hit every window, rammed every door, nothing would
open!” Melanie yelled angrily, standing up. SHe threw her hands around a lot. She
did that when she talked.
“I don’t know what to tell you, you have to get out on your own, darling,”
Ariel said, taking a swig. Melanie lazily smacked the drink from his hand. Ariel stood
up, but Melanie started talking before he could get the chance to interject.
“Don’t call me that! You are supposed to help me! You are the only one in this
damn house that cares about me! I tried to get out,” Melanie sobbed. Ariel’s eyes
turned dark with anger.
‘Do or do not, there is no try,”He gritted through his teeth. Ariel went to
pick the smashed glass up, but he could not. The light green liquid had stained the
wall and the glass was everywhere.He was surprised that it had smashed into so
many pieces. She hadn’t hit the glass with enough force to do anything but knock it
out of his hands.
Melanie cried silently as Ariel left. She felt her hands shaking and her
throat closing up. She could barely breath.
"I hate this house, I hate you all!” Melanie yelled, sobbing into her small,
fragile hands.Her entire body shook with fear and shook from sobbing. She started
going over all of the things she shouldn't have done. Why did she pick up the blade,
Her sleeves should have been rolled up. Why did Mely have to come and ruin
everything. Why didn't Ariel want to help her? She thought he was her friend. She
had thought the same thing before. Oh, how foolish it had been! She could not see
how far she was in the rabbit hole, and she just got there.
Tears stained her pants and her hands.Her wrists hurt and her stomach
ached. Crying had made her nauseous and gave her quite the headache. She cursed
herself for being so naive. How could she have trusted them. There were just a
bunch of no goods who thought they could control her. They couldn't! They
wouldn't! She would show them! Oh, how foolish they would feel, watching her
walk out with nothing but pride and joy. Of course! She just had to believe! Follow
her heart! Walk away! If only she believed these things were true.
She stomped upstairs and tripped up the stairs. She had done so much crying
that she forgot she was actually drunk. Skin came off of her knee and it started
bleeding. She cursed and stood back up, careful to grab the railing.Her knee ached
but she made it all the way up and winding set of stairs. They weren't that bad, but
melanie didn't know that.
All of the horrors were sitting on the couches and chairs in the living room,
like they were waiting for her. Like they knew what she was going to do. They had no
idea! She had the master of all plans. It was so simple, it's genius! Ignoring the
teenage like figures sitting in the living room, she walked right through it, as if they
weren't all watching her like a hawk. She grabbed the front door, tried the handle,
and !
It would open.
She jiggled the lock with all her might. She pushed pulled, grabbed shoved
hit kicked! Nothing moved the front door.Not even a little bit. She felt her
confidence in her plan and in herself start slowly melting away as she realized the
door was not going to open.
“You have to believe in yourself,”Hatter said mockingly with a giggly tone.
“I do!” Melanie said aggressively, pulling on the door with all she had, which
was not a lot.
“No you don't,” Bed head giggled, biting his lip.He did things like that all the
time.He had this involuntary flirtatious nature about him, it baffled everyone.He
didn't even realize he was doing it.
“I don't see why, she’s drunk, she'll believe anything,” Ariel said. Melanie
noted the absence of interest in his tone. It made her angry that he wasn't angry. It
made her angry that none of them were angry.
“Why can't I leave?I know I can! I will leave! Let me!” Melanie yelled, pulling
on the door handle. The handle popped off in her hand. It made her angry. She
grunted and threw the door handle to the ground. She slumped to the ground,
defeated. Tears fell to the ground.
“What makes you think you are going to leave? Silly girl,” Mely said with a
mischievous giggly.
“Believe I can, I will! You can’t stop, you bastards!” She screamed, throwing
the door handle at them. It didn't hit any of them, but it broke on of the china
cabinets. It made Melanie feel a bit better.
“If you believed, the door would have opened. I would think someone like you
would know that,” Ariel mumbled, taking a sip of Pinot Grigio. His lips curled into a
frown as he pulled the glass away. He wanted Melanie to leave and keep living her life. Well, it was a bit of a lie, but eventually all of the false confidence would have
to be real, right?
“I believe, of course I believe. Why wouldn't I? You all have just done
something to the door to keep me from getting out. I'll show you. This is just an
obstacle and I am a hurdler. I will make it over this hurdle,” She said,more to
convince herself than anything.
“Similes won't make escaping any easier, darling,” Bedhead said, a
mischievous smirk covering his face.He wanted Melanie to leave least of all. She was
the only way he got anyone to come and play in his sickly sweet world.He was a
disaster. A whore, some might say.
“I don't care! I will leave, I promise!” Melanie said, running to one of the living
room windows.
“Take your own warning, Melanie. You know you can't leave. Why would you
think you could leave after you come back? You barely made it out the first time, how
would this be any easier?It’s almost cute how much you believe in what is clearly not
real,”Hatter said. Melanie noticed they all started to sound the same when they
were after her. Like a wicked stepmother who loves you and wants to ruin you all in
the same day. It scared her how familiar the voice was. It was the only thing that
scared her more than the horrors. That scared Melanie as well, how much she
feared things. Maybe that's why she ended up back here.
“Shut your ungodly mouths! There is nothing you could say that will tear
down my belief. I am perfectly capable of getting out myself. And nothing can get in
the way of that. Not even a hypothetical hurdle,”Melanie informed the odd group.
But they all knew the truth, Anything and everything they said would tear down
Melanie. Even simple tease or taunt could, and probably would, put her into a
hiccuping mess of sobs and pain. They all knew that they were the only ones who
really hurt Melanie.
"Then leave,” They all said as one. Melanie realised if she didn't leave now
that she might not even make it out alive. At least, she needed to leave the room.Her
heart speed up and she ran into the kitchen and unhinged the windows. But, no
matter how much she pulled, the window would not come up.
She ran back into the living room and down to the basement. There was a
small window that she might be able to squeeze her body through. She was quite
small, after all.
It opened! She could get out. She hoisted herself up and shoved her torso out
the small opened on the side of this evil house. She started to cry as her legs made it
out.
But, of course, she did not make it.
Her knees bloodied from the nails on the side of the house as she was pulled
back .Her hands blistered as she tried to hold on to the edge of the window cill. She
thought her vocal cord might shred from all of the screaming.Her tears burned
like ice.Her throat burned like fire. It felt like she was slowly being set on fire.Her
brain was an entirely different story It was like a frozen wasteland, cold and toxic.
She felt like her brain might freeze and stick to her skull like ice. She thought toxic liquid might come out of her ears and give her chemical burns.Her fears, luckily,
were not valid. But her fears were also vivid, as was everything else.
"What made you think you could escape? Silly girl,” A voice said. She had no
idea who it was, and she was to afraid to look back. She knew it was one of them, she
was more sure of that than anything. But the voice was nothing like she had ever
hear. It was dark and light and it made her want to stay and it made her want to
crawl up into her mother's lap and cry for a few hours. Or a few years. But now was
not the time to contemplate how much time she was going to sit and be childish. She
had to get away from whatever monster was behind her. She didn't know what was
going on. She didn't want to know. She wanted to go home. And cry. And get better,
But mostly cry.
Her arms burned as she was thrown onto a table. All of the things that were
happening were random.None of them accurately matched how she should feel.
Scared, alone perhaps. She was scared, but it wasn't of whoever had brought her
back inside. She was scared of the fact that she might not be able to walk from all of
the cuts and blisters. And she was more disappointed than anything. She wanted to
cry from how foolish she was.
Her heart told her all of her feelings were valid, but she learned long ago
that her heart never gave her any sort of truth. Sometimes she said her heart was
like a politician.
If It weren't for the obvious fact that a pair of dark black hands were pulling
her into the basement of a dollhouse, all of her fears would make sense. She wasn’t
sure what situation she would have to be in for her fears to be valid, but she was
sure that there was one.Not that her fears were not valid now, but they would
make more sense in pretty much any other situation.
She hit the ground like a boulder dropped from the ceiling.Her hands Bent
in ways no one's hands should bend and her head smacked like an abusive parent.
Her eyes adjusted and her stomach turned. She felt like every part of her body was
broken. Even if it was, it was nothing a couple of rolls and a few hours of sleep
couldn’t fix. That was her philosophy.
“You really thought you could leave? Stupid girl,” The voice said. She could
not see anything but the black hands that were floating.
“You said I could leave! I was leaving!”
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have to stay here, don’t I?” Melanie said, a tear rolling down her mocha skin. She
couldn't help but cry. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. She didn’t truly think she
was gonna escape. She wasn't sure she could ever escape again. She barely made it
out the first time.Her heart had sunk down against her ribcage like aman leaning
against a pub counter for love that would never.
“If you believe in yourself, you wouldn't have to,” Ariel said, running his left thumb
over her cheek to wipe away the tear, or tears.He was holding a glass of forty year
old wine. It tasted like chocolate and hangover.
“How?!How do I believe in myself again?” Melanie said, her eyes red like fire. Ariel had
noticed the change, but he decided not to say anything.He was scared of how she would react. She was already stressed enough and Ariel wanted to at least try and
help, no matter how intoxicated he was.
“I don't know, I really wish I did. I thought you had it down. I figured, you got out
once, there isn't any reason why you can't do it again,”
“That's the problem!,”melanie said right after him. “You are far too drunk to be a
realist. I barely made it out the first time.How can I possibly make it out this time?”
Melanie said, choking on tears.,
“That’s why I prefer being drunk, i’m much more opt-” Ariel started, before Melanie
angrily interrupted.
“I know why you drink, I know why everyone in this house does anything! That's
what makes me so mad. I know why everyone does everything. But I can't control it.
This dollhouse is for children. I aman adult! I can control things now. I swear..”
Melanie trailed off. Her tears stained her shirt as she doubled over. Ariel pitied her.
He knew if he were sober he would probably be crying, too.He hated the way
emotions went away when he drank, but at the same time it’s what he lived for.
Although, he could admit, he wasn't really living. Drunk was no way to live.
A cold hand grasped onto Melanie’s shoulder.
“I wish I knew how to help. But the only way is you. You have to will yourself away.
Truly will yourself away from this god-forsaken house.,” Ariel comforted Melanie.
“None of this has to do with god, this is all me,” Melanie cried. Ariel giggled.
“I think God Might be on your side for very minimal periods of time,like earlier. Hat
was scared. She thought you really were gonna leave. I personally would have been
impressed. That’s the only reason that the house brought you back. Everyone
thought you were gonna leave,” Ariel said.
“Whose Hat?” Melanie asked, leaning against ariel shoulder.
“Hatter, Hattie, the one who keeps this circus together,” Ariel said.
“This is together?” Melanie said, gesturing to the broken furniture and tar stained
walls.
“Guess not,” Ariel said, wiping one of Melanie's tears away.
They sat in silence , holding onto it. Silence was a terrifying beacon of safe harm.
Melanie loved it and feared it. Silence let her think. Even a tiny bit of noise got her
off track. But thinking was deadly for a woman Like Melanie. Her fears lived in
silence. People say demons lived in your head. Melanie knew that was not true. At
least not for her. They lived in the silence that surround the few peaceful
situations she has ever stuck in. They waited until she actually realized there was
silence and swooped in on her like a swat team. She wasn't scared. She was just
afraid of thinking. Thinking was the problem.
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Cocktail dresses and strappy heels lined the downstairs closet. No one knew why or
where they come from, except for bed head. He knew exactly what they were for and
who they were for. They were Melanie’s. They were for her, at least. It was the only
way bed head was ever satisfied. He was always looking for new ways to get his fix.
His addiction was not as dangerous as Ariel’s, but it still could be harmful. Nymphomania is a dangerous gamble for anyone to play. Especially someone so
young. At least, hypothetically young. It was almost like gambling, but the pay off
was much more satisfying. It was a pleasurable experience. And that was no
wordplay.
The only thing that made no sense was the fact that they were in the Dollhouse.
Melanie had no way to get a hold of them if they were in the dollhouse.
Bedhead giggled to himself as he noticed everyone surveying the closet. He had
building up the collection since she left the Dollhouse. They were for when she came
back. He knew she would come back. She was weak.
“What are you all looking at?” Be head asked innocently. It's not like they thought
he was innocent, but he was good at putting on a show.
“What are these for?” Hatter asked. Bedhead was surprised she didn't know. Hatter
was quite the advocate for his raunchy behavior.
“For Melanie, who else would they fit?” he said. He had a point. Melanie was six feet
and four inches tall. And very skinny. Far different from any of the horrors. They
were all at least a little chubby, obviously well-fed. Melanie was naturally very
skinny, and her anorexia (thanks to Mely) made it worse. She had gotten better in
the recent months, but coming back to the house was a sign of defeat.
“Good point,” Amore said.
“What does she need them for?” Ariel asked, a bit of temper in his voice.
“Me, my needs,” Bed head said, stepping to Ariel. They were enemies. Melanie was
anything but sex crazed when she drank or did any drugs.
“Who cares about your need?” Ariel asked angrily.
“When did you get so defensive? I'm helping you too!” Bed head asked. Melancholy’s
hands started shaking. She hated when people fought. It was horrible for her
anxiety. Even the smallest hint at a fight made her anxiety spike.
“Who cares if he is defensive? He’s drunk,” Mely said, not wanting to be on bed
head’s bad side.
“I've been drunk long enough to be coherent. I’m dazed when I'm sober. I
know what I'm talking about. I'm defensive because all of this has a horrible effect
on Melanie! Can’t anyone see that besides me?” Ariel yelled, throwing his drink on
the table. Mely let a tear slip out. She felt weak.
“Who cares how she feels?”Hatter said mischievously.
“We all should! If we do something stupid and she get killed, we die with her!” Ariel
yelled.
“What?” Amore asked. She felt her heart break. They would die? All of her
friends would be dead?Her heart broke more.
“Yeah, didn't think about that, did you? All you can think about is whose
pants you can get into next!” Ariel yelled at Bedhead.
“What about you? All you do is drink!” Bedhead said, stepping to his cohort.
Mely decided she would leave before she could sob in front of them. Hatter wanted
to comfort her, but she wanted to stop the fighting more. The voices were trying to
drown the fight out, and the louder the boys got, the louder the voices got. It was
madness. No joke intended.
“You think drinking helps? All It does is put her in a state worse than when
she started!” Ariel’s voice bounced off every surface there was in the living room.His
voice traveled much more than the others.No one knew why. But it was
inconvenient when he was trying to talk quietly, which rarely happened.
“Well who’s fault is that?”Hatter asked, She was getting angry now, not
being able to hear her actually thoughts.
“Melanie’s!” Bedhead yelled, throwing a hand to point upstairs, where
melanie was sleeping.
“No you sex-crazed maniac!” Ariel yelled, “It’s our fault! The only reason
Melanie is here is because of us!”
“I’m done with this argument,” BedHead said, pulling a tight, ruby red cocktail dress
from the closet.
“I’m not, this is bullshit!” Ariel yelled.
“What you think is not my concern. I have needs too, you know,” BedHead said.He
sounded bored and it made Ariel mad. He wanted the nymphomaniac to get angry as
well. He thought it unfair that only he cared about Melanie anymore. Then again, he
was the only one who cared in the first place.
“Your needs are not a necessity. What about her health? She almost died the first
time you brought her to this circus!” Ariel yelled.
“Ugh, you are all so childish!”Hatter said.
“Who asked you?” Ariel said.
BedHead was getting bored, and none of the dresses seemed effective enough. He
was feeling especially raunchy. He had taken a haughty stance, he knew him and his
needs were superior to the heathens he shared the dollhouse with.
“I asked myself! You say you care so much​ about Melanie, but you drink! You are
hurting her as much as any of us are!” Hatter yelled.
“Maybe I am, but at least i’mtrying to be kind to her! You all are only trying to satisfy
your own needs, i’m trying to help her get out!” Ariel yelled.
“You want her to leave?” Amore asked, letting a tear out. BedHead grabbed her hand
and started to carefully pull her upstairs.
“No, of course not my dear. Come on up with me, don’t look so sad. Melanie is going to
be here for a very long time,”He said, giving Ariel a glare.
“Go ahead, take your little toy upstairs and fuck the feelings away like you always
do!” Ariel yelled, but he knew it didn’t matter. He would soon hear unholy noises
coming from the two “lovebirds”. It was nauseating.
“Hattie, for god’s sake, let Melanie go. She is practically dying here. And we were
doing perfectly fine without her-”
“I don’t care!” the girl screeched. “I want her here. I want her to do what I say. And
she will. It doesn’tmatter if she’s dying. She’ll die for me.”