Crybaby

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  d o l l h o u s e
I see things that nobody else sees

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"I wish I had a family like yours, Crybaby." The girl said, gazing upon my mother, father and brother that were happily engaged in conversation.

They genuinely did look happy. Too happy. Didn't want to ruin our reputation, so they decided to wear all plastic today.

The girl's parents weren't even looking at each other. They were seated beside each other, but didn't even acknowledge their presence.

"I wish I had yours." Crybaby's only response was.

"What? You're kidding, right? Why would you want my family, when yours is so happy?" The girl confusedly asked.

Crybaby didn't know how to reply. When she finally choked something up.

"Trust me, your family is way better than mine." Crybaby crossed her arms.

"Are you trying to make fun of my family? I know I don't have a perfect one like yours! Grow up, Crybaby!" The girl angrily stormed out of the party.

Crybaby then ran to the bathroom, crying her heart out.

/ / /

"You sure have a lot of guts to bring another one of your sluts to my house!" My mother screamed, standing in front of the doorway. Inside, a naked man and woman were standing.

"Your house? I'm the one who pays the bills! I pay for your food, clothing, and useless things you always want!" He screamed back. His "girl" was clutching on to him, frightened.

Mother took another swig from her flask. "Get out." She gritted her teeth.

"You get out." He said back.

Mother threw her flask and did something I never expected. She brought out a knife, sharply pointed straight at him.

I think at that time, fathers pride finally went down and he actually left the house with his prostitute. She didn't allow them to get their clothes.

My brother barged in, holding some kind of strange drug, marijuana I think.

Smoke filled the room full of silence.

"Go to your rooms." She softly said, hiding the knife back in her skirt pocket.

Perfect family my ass.