Call Me CryBaby

CHAPTER 1/Prologue

A/N: Please play the song in the media bar while reading, keep replaying it until you finish this chapter.
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A scared little bunny.
Hiding behind a dusty desk.
"Come out, come out wherever you are.." A voice of a woman sing-sang, sending chills to ran down Bunny's back. How did I end up here? She thought, while her fragile body trembled slightly.

She knew something wasn't right. Her mommy told her they were going to get ice cream. It was strange, because she knew her mommy never cared about her. Her mommy only cared about the green bottles she always carried everywhere,  Bunny wondered what those were.

When they arrived on a place, it was not an Ice Cream Shop. It was an eerie hospital instead. She watched as little girls came out with their faces scrubbed off. She could see their flesh and blood all over their faces. Then she saw their mommies with their face covered like a mummy. Some of them didn't look like a mummy, some of them had their faces stitched up perfectly in place, their lips big and plump, faces defined. She wondered how their mommies became prettier? When her mommy dragged her inside a room, someone was already there, waiting. With needles and knives. Mrs.Potato Head, she named her.

Her face was pretty and perfect.
But Plastic, and Fake. Her eyes were wide, her eyelashes were one-finger long, nose too pointy, lips too big. Her face already looked wrinkly and broken from all the plastic surgeries she had done. Yet she still had black lines drawn on her face; she was ready for another surgery.

It was never enough for her.
Never enough for the selfish Mrs.Potato Head.

She had to escape.
Away from Mrs.Potato Head, away from her precious mommy. A tear escaped her eye. She quickly wiped them away, she was stronger than that. Slowly she crawled out of her hiding place, Mrs.Potato Head was nowhere in sight. When she was right about to get out of the dim lighted room, her luck faded away. Someone was blocking her view. Mrs.Potato Head.

She screamed for help, she screamed for mercy. But Mrs.Potato Head didn't give a care in the world. She lifted Bunny up and placed her back on the surgery mattress.

Her tears were streaming down like Niagara Falls. Her screams filled the room, it was music to Mrs.Potato Head's ears. "Mommy! Help me.." She cried for help to her mommy who was sitting right there nonchalantly, while smoking and getting high. Mrs.Potato Head grinned evilly. "Ah, child. Your mommy doesn't care about you. She needs her face to be perfect, and she needs your face to make that happen." They all laughed mockingly at her. Her face will be sacrificed in a few minutes, yet her heart was already broken and torn into pieces.

She closed her eyes as she felt the keen needle went through her tiny face. She then felt sleepy. Then she felt a sharp object pulled open her skin on her forehead. Slicing it open, letting the blood pour down her face. She wanted to scream, but the drug on her system was working. She silently wished her life was to be different. She wished she had a better mother, better friends, and a better life. She wished she was born to this world for something big, she wished she was special. She wished she was prettier, skinnier, so that her mommy would've loved her. It was her fault. She deserved to die in her mother's hand. She was useless, worthless. She was no one. She cried, silently, in agony.
Until the blackness of death took over..

"Hayley!" A voice brought me out of my dream land. Aunt Hellen's voice echoed from downstairs. "Are you playing with dolls again?! Come down, now!" She shouted, startling me. "Be there in a sec!" I quickly put my dolls back into the cabinet. "Sit tight now, Bunny." I grinned and immediately dashed downstairs.

They called me Hayley Martinez. A sixteen year old girl who was addicted to vintage dolls and classic horror movies.
I was just a normal girl, living my teenage life. I was smart. I was always the smartest kid in my classes. Hell, I was genius. I was kind, really kind. I treated everyone equally, I helped people in my spare time, I shared my smile for the world every day. I was talented too.

I was just like any other girls, but the difference was, I always got the bad luck.
While other girls had family supporting them, I didn't. I had no family left, they were all gone a few months ago.

While other girls had sleepovers with their friends, I didn't. I didn't have friends. I used to though, just not anymore. They left me one by one. I still don't know why my friends left me, they just did.

While other girls spent their Friday night to parties with their boyfriends, I didn't. I was busy studying. Not that I needed to, I just didn't have any friends or boyfriend, I needed a distraction, studying.

Since a terrible accident happened to my family, leaving me here alone, I had been staying with my Aunt Helen. Who didn't even care about me. She treated me as if I wasn't part of her family. I was a burden to her, she once said.

Even though I was weak, I worked hard to survive. I was determined to go college and to finally be free. But I still had to wait for one more year until I finally graduate from Auburn High School.

School had been hard too for me. People made fun of me, my teeth. There was a gap between my front teeth, and that was one of the things I wished I didn't have. They hated everything about me. They said I was weird, and peculiar. From the way I dressed, my sense of humor, everything.

The worst thing was, I was weak, and fragile. I cried at literally everything. That automatically made people picked on me even worse, they started calling me names. One of them affected me so much that it changed my life since then.

I used to have panic attacks and I blacked out now and then, but it stopped eventually. I used to have my brother Jake to always be by my side and calmed me down. But he was gone. The only family and also friend I had, was gone.
I was alone.

Everything had been so difficult for me. I was a mess. I had been crying every night, my nightmares kept haunting me.

I told myself that I just had to keep myself calm and sane. I wouldn't black out without getting triggered. But that was easier said than done.

I blamed all of these to the world.
I was the unluckiest girl alive.
I was alone, and unwanted.

I had no idea about the terrors right in front of me. And the truths that will be uncovered soon.
No. Idea. At All.
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A.N: Hello folks. What do you think of this chapter? I'm not good at making Prologues, I tried my best tho, lmao.

And keep in mind that English isn't my first language. So there might be a few grammar mistakes. If you see one, please kindly point it out, don't be a silent reader.

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