A/N
Okay, so this fic is based loosely on the song Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. You know, that chick that was on The Voice. I do not own the song, or Naruto characters. And, like I said, it is loosely based. I won't be typing out all the lyrics or anything.
Oh yeah, and Kyarra is in the story. If you don't know who she is, look at my profile. Or don't if you don't really care. Thanks!
Dollhouse
The Uchiha family was perfect. Everyone says so.
The mother, Sakura, looked young and beautiful, with diamond jewelry and expensive clothes. The father, Sasuke, was very rich, young, and every girl wanted him. The son, Naruto, was a well-groomed sixteen-year-old that went to a fancy private school. And the daughter, Kyarra, was a quiet, averagely pretty thirteen-year-old girl who enjoyed drawing.
They had the perfect family. The kids got good grades and the parents made good money.
Perfect.
Except for when the curtains were closed and the doors were locked.
Right now, I, Kyarra, am sitting cross-legged on my living room floor while my mother, Sakura, is laying on the couch, a flask in her hand. I am drawing a picture of a doll who looks like me. Mom takes a long swig, coughs, then groans. Earlier, dad went out to "get a few things", as he does oh-so-often. He disappears for the night and comes home some time very early in the morning. And he leaves his wedding ring here every time.
"Mom?"
"Huhn?" Mom turns to me.
"You should check on Naruto." I tell her seriously. I don't talk much, so she should know she should listen when I do. But when she's in this state, she doesn't know much other than how much alcohol she needs to forget about what dad's really doing.
"He's fine." her words are starting to slur slightly.
"No he's not, mum."
"What's wrong with him then?" she asks, sounding exasperated.
"Just go check on him!" I cry, "Go and you'll see!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me young lady!"
"Mom!"
"Your brother is fine, I don't need to go anywhere! Now leave me to my..." she trailed off, looking at her flask.
"Leave you to what, mum?" I ask, biting back tears, "Leave you to your alcohol? Leave you to drink until you forget that dad is out there with some slut?"
"I have heard enough out of you!" She screams at me, raising a hand. Just as she's about to swing and hit me in the face, the doorbell rings. She freezes. Naruto opens his door a crack, and the smell of cannabis drifts down the stairs. Very subtle, but there.
How has neither mom nor dad noticed? Or maybe they just didn't care. They have enough problems on their own.
Mom stands and smooths down her dress, looks in the mirror over the stairs and fixes her hair. I watch as she walks over to the door and opens it, smiling brightly.
"No, no, everything's fine here!" I hear mother say. Plastic. She's gone back to being plastic, fake, a doll. "You heard raised voices? No, it was just the t.v., you see. Kyarra was watching some dance show and the girls on it were fighting over some guy." she sighs, "Oh to be young and be able to fight over such petty things again."
The person says something, and mother laughs, "Oh, stop it! Of course we'll be at your and Hinata's party tomorrow!"
The person peeks their head around the corner of the door and grins at me. It's Kiba Inuzuka, dad's friend. "Hey, Kyarra. What's up?"
"Oh," I give him a big, plastic smile, "Nothing, just watching a dance show."
"Where's your dad?"
"He's out right now." I tell him half of the truth. 'Sleeping with some random girl.' I want to add, but I hold my tongue.
Kiba and mom talk for a little while longer, then Kiba leaves. Mom comes back to the couch and downs half of her flask. I stand, holding my sketchpad and pencil, and say goodbye to mom. She seems to have forgotten our little fight already. I walk away from my broken mother and pretend everything is okay.
I walk past a family picture on my way up the stairs. I remember the day we took that picture.
"Get closer to your brother, Kyarra!" Mom said, pushing me toward him. But I didn't want to go closer to him. He smelled of weed.
The photographer snapped a picture of my parents standing behind us with their hands on our shoulders.
"Uh, sweetie, you have to smile." the man told me.
"Okay." I had forgotten to smile. Then I remembered we were supposed to be dolls so I put on my best plastic smile and he snapped another picture.
"Perfect." he said, but still took a few more. We picked the ones we thought were best, paid him, and left.
I continue up the stairs, past Naruto's room. I can smell the weed through the closed door. I pass mom and dad's empty room. Mom is probably passed out on the couch, and dad in some motel room.
I reach the attic. I walk up the final three steps, then race across the floor until I reach a little house that looks like mine. Inside, there are four little dolls, a mom, a dad, a brother, and a sister. The sister looks like me.
You may think I'm a little old to be playing with dolls. Well, think what you want, but I don't care. I like my dolls. They're better company than the people I live with.
I show my picture to the sister doll. She doesn't move. The mom doll is washing dishes, just as I left her. The dad is sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. The brother sits on a chair in his room, smiling. The sister doll stands in the middle of the living room. I don't remember leaving her there.
This is my perfect family.
But...
I wonder what happens behind this house's closed curtains, locked doors.
Ending note!
Okay so I loved writing this! It was just a little something to help cure my writers block, but I hope you like it!
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Also, give me some idea's for new stories and I'll get writin'!
