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Dollhouse

Dollhouse

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Melanie Martinez
First this story is inspired by a song called dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. I always thought this was how I a normal family was, I thought every family was a mess, it was just mine. I found out the day I went to my friends house there family was just so, well perfect! His mum is always cleaning the house, my mum is always drunk. His dad is always looking after them my dad just comes home with another girl and they spend the rest of the day in my parents room. His brother is playing games all the time or just complaining, my brother is always stoned! But than I found out something about me something powerful.
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"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma likes to aggervate my soul by calling her "mom") is now who I got to live with for the whole fucking summer. I just hate her. But, as usual, grandma says I can't blame her. She was 17 when mom had me. Especially, since she was doing "bad things" as grandma would put it. But, I know what she meant by that. Drugs. Alcohol. Cutting. Purging. But, she ended up going to rehab. When she came back, she has been teen's "inspiration." They love my mom. My mom loves her Lovatics (that's what they're called, which in complete honesty is a cool word) back. But, she never loved her own daughter the same way she loved them. I'm Stella Lovato, and welcome to my nightmare.

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