Everybody thinks we're perfect (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Jacob pov

My morning went as normal

Just a normal morning like any other.

I woke up to that screeching sound of my alarm, slamming it off, I tiredly got out of bed.

I had a shower, then got out. Dressing in bright green skinny jeans, a plain white top and a black hoddie. I looked in the mirror and applied some eyeliner and did my normal fake smile. sighing, i left the bathroom and put my black converses on and left the room and into the hallways of our mansion. I skipped breakfast like normal and grabbed my book bag, heading out the door and to my Macchia Nera concept bike. A really good motorbike.

When i got to school, i made my way over to my locker to see my friend shawn leaning againts it "sup ma man" we did our handshake and I exchanged my books for class. we are in the same class for first, second, and third. on our way to the class room, lots of people gretted me, handshaked me and smiled at me. i kept my usual fake smile up, and nobody saw through it. "so I was thinking about having a party" shawn suddenly says as we sit down in class, 10 minutes before the bell, what else is there to do?

"what?! a party??!! oh dude! you gotta invite me!!!" I jumped ontop of the desk

shawn laughed at my normal cheerfulness that is also fake... "of cause i'm inviting you you numb brain!" he continued to laugh.

"yes!!!!!-HOLYSHIT SPIDER!!!!!" i quickly jumped onto shawns lap, and it looked like I weighed nothing to him.

"dude!!! you weigh nothing!!! what do you eat man?!" he put his hands under my arms and lift me into the air, i pouted at him.

"a whole heap of mcdonalds" I crossed my arms

he sat me back in my seat and i quickly killed the tiny spider that was on my desk.

at lunch I sat with my big group of friends, they all talked to me about just random things, just like any other day. after school shawn comes to my house and like always, he says "welcome to the dream" i fake a chuckle and we go into the mansion, all my family knows shawn comes over after school ALL the time, unless he has plans. so it was only natural to see my mum in the kitchen baking things and my dad staring 'dreamily' at her "hello mrs Smith, mr Smith" shawn greets

"now shawn, how many times have I told you, just call me Jenny" mum said patting his cheek, giving him a sweet smile.

"next time he'll remember mum" i chuckle and drag shawn to my room.

"your mums always so nice" he says once i shut the door, I roll my eyes and sit on my bed, pulling out my homework. shawn did the same.

oh, I should introduce myself, I am the only child of the Smith family. Jacob Smith, theres a game i play, I play it at home, i call it, dollhouse. dollhouse. a game that mixes in with reality, and can haunt you, frighten you, once you start, stopping is the hard part. and this 'routine' i have been up to today, it's just part of the game. i like this fantasy game, my familys nice and loving, my friends are all awesome and i'm all happy. but it's once the games finished for the day, when nobody is there to play with the dolls. thats the darkest, scariest time, the nightmare that makes you want to play again, to make you forget for one single dice roll.

"i better go" my thoughts are interupted by shawn, i look at the time and notice we'd been studying for 2 hours already, i lead him to the door and watch as his car pulls out....games over.

i close the door and i feel the tears come to my eyes, i go to run to my room but bump into my father. he's in his game over attire. it consits of his normal suit, but it's all ruffled up and he's hair is a mess, his eyes glare daggers at me as i cower in fear. he grabs me by the wrist and starts to drag me to the kitchen that mum was walking out of, she held a whiskey bottle to her lips "please...please mum!" i beg as tears pour down my face

"shut up" she groans and walks away. dad closes the kitchen door behind us and closes the curtains, he pulls a rope out of the draw and pushes me so i'm leaning over the bench

"please dad...don't, i can't" he takes off my cloths and ties my hands up, his hands trail down my scared body roughly as i cry and beg for him to stop. he forces his size into me, making me scream out in pain, make it stop! go back to the game! go back to being plastic!!! my dad continued to pound into me as i beg him not to keep going. i could feel his seed feel me up and sobs raked my body. he pushed me to the floor and started to kick me. after a bit of a beating, he finally stops and i curl up in a ball crying in the corner. "please...no more" i cry silently as the mansion falls silent

after a while, i crawl up the stairs and to my room. i took a shower and just stood under the hot water. i need a realese. from behind my shampoo, i pull out my trusty razor. and into my wrist i carve the word 'fake' cause thats my life, thats how everyone else sees me, i'm so god danm fake. I rinsed the blood away and jumped out, bandaging up my wrist, i leave the bathroom and drop onto my bed.

there goes another day...another day of pain, another day of sadness, another day of feeling like hell, is there anyone out ther, anyone at all? anyone that will realise they are in my game off dollhouse?

//hellooooo guys =^~^= did you like chapter 1? "a kid likes to play a game of dollhouse, but my dollhouse isn't just a game...it's where we all act plastic" well I hope you enjoy this story and thank you for reading//

JACOB ON SIDE