Crybaby

\\ pity party \\

i'm crying till the candles burn down this place

\\ pity party \\

Crybaby excitedly started decorating all her invitations. She was proud of her work, she made sure her handwriting was very neat. Especially since she wrote it in cursive.

She had 20 letters in total. One of them specially decorated with glitter and hearts, just for Johnny.

She skipped to the mailbox and waited for the mailman. She wanted to make sure he would deliver them with care.

While waiting for him, her parents and brother walked out of the house with some luggages. She seemed surprised.

"Oh, honey! We're just going to drop off your brother here to rehab in London. We'll be back in a few days." Her mother explained. Brother looked very annoyed, on the other hand.

"What? You're not gonna be here on my birthday?" She pouted.

"Sorry dear. Maybe next year we'll make up to you." Her mother said again, filling the car and leaving.

Without even a kiss goodbye, the car zoomed off into the distance.

She suddenly felt the urge to cry again. After all, that's all she knew how to do.

But she refused the urge. Her pretty pink dress wasn't gonna be stained today, not when Johnny is coming. Crybaby decided to get some sleep, for her birthday tomorrow.

-

Crybaby woke up with a smiling face. She was so excited for her party, for the cake and the games and everything. She took a shower and put on her red dress that she cried for mother to get.

She made sure to dust everywhere, and mop the floor. She mopped it twice to be sure.

Setting all the chairs and tables, she made sure her favorite toys were all given special seats. But the most special seat, which was beside her, was reserved for Johnny.

She put up all her plates and teacups, and made sure the cake was in perfect condition. She also put up decorations around.

Now all she had to do was wait.

Wait, wait, and wait.

She checked the time. They were all 40 minutes late. She was starting to get impatient. What if they didn't come?

No. Impossible. They wouldn't do that. Not even Johnny. He was her closest friend.

So she patiently waited again.

-

She threw all her party hats and shattered all the plates.

It was already 12 midnight, and out of frustration, Crybaby grabbed the knife used to cut the cake.

No one came. No one loved her. No one cared.

Who would ever care for a poor little Crybaby?

"I hate you all!" She angrily screamed, using the knife to cut everything in her way. Even Johnny's special chair.

Because he was now nothing but two faced, just like her father.

"I. Hate. You. Johnny!" Crybaby said while messily cutting, more like pounding the cake, like she was on drugs. She threw the pieces of cake all around the house, so frustrated. Tears were falling everywhere.

No one came to poor Crybaby's birthday party.

So what did she do? Of course, what every Crybaby does.

She cried until she blacked out.