Dollhouse

The Letter

" Dear reader(s),
I thought you should be informed on the terrible conditions in which I was raised. The place that was hell for me and my older brother. The place I feared, the place from which I am escaping. The dollhouse. People from Wisteria call it the White House, the large mansion at 146 Laissez Street. It is where the "perfect" family lives. The Davenports. My family. We are not perfect, but who is? Our father is a drunk and abusive,our mother has a lover, and pops prescription pills like they are mints. My brother and I were judged solely on our academic successes and failures. If we were to fail a test, that would be punished with three hours of kneeling on a bed of rice and a severe beating from our loving father. My mother never loved us, we were just display pieces for her and my father. The blue eyed blond haired Barbie and Ken. Everyday we were told we would never amount to anything. I was once told by my mother that I was " a blue eyed blonde headed whore, who would never be good at anything." The insufferable pain and years old not only physical, but mental and verbal abuse is why I am doing this. Why I am taking my own life. To my parents I have one thing to say, I hope this teaches you how to love and I hope this haunts you for the rest of your days. Michael, dear brother, I love you and I'm sorry I had to leave you, but I couldn't do it anymore. With no regret, I say goodbye.
- Cally Davenport"