Crybaby

Sippy cup

This story follows after dollhouse

I think my mother had enough of my father

My brother moved out

I think he was just depressed

My mother always dressed him up

Since he was a kid

He hated it

The tuxes

The gelled back hair

He told me that one day he will rescue me from this horrors house

One day I was sleeping in my room

I heard drunken laughs and I heard moans coming from downstairs

I felt disgusted

I guess sex doesn't sleep when the lights are out

I heard my mothers footsteps

Going downstairs

I instantly felt afraid

I looked I see my mothers feet walking strange

She must not be sober at all

When she went downstairs

U heard screams

And yelling

I peeked out of my room

And looked downstairs

They were in the kitchen

It was my mother holding a big kitchen knife

I saw her stab The mistress

4 times in her abdomen

I always knew our family was imperfect

And that we were living in a dollhouse somehow

But I never thought there would be  murder

I held my hand to my mouth

To keep me quiet

The blood went all over the curtains

And the sheets

And carpet

I then saw my mother

With a knife in one hand

And a

A what

A sippy cup In The other

There was probably alcohol in that

She looked at my father

And before I knew it he was dead

Blood was everywhere

I stayed there stunned

I couldn't move

My mother grabbed a brush and some soap

And tried her best to clean the sheets

But it still stained

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

She picked up the body's and was looking for a place to hide them

Of course there's a corpse that you keep in the cradle

I ran to my room and called my brother

After a while he said he was out front

I grabbed all the cash o could find

I stuffed it in a backpack

I brought a couple clothes and ran downstairs

Quickly so my mother wouldn't see me

I walked outside

And ran I the car

I explained my brother everything

We decided we were leaving New York and my mother

We will be moving to California

Before we left

I said one thing

Out the window of the car

"And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup"

Then we left

When we arrived in California

We found out our mother is going to jail

We didn't care

We were just glad we could escape that dollhouse

At least we got our happy ending

Blood still stains when the sheets are wash

Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

His still dead when your down with the bottle

Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup