(Hey guys! This is my story of Crybaby! The title is kind of misleading, but basically every song from Melanie Martinez's album "Crybaby" is a chapter in my story! Now that I think about it, it sounds a little cheesy, but I'm really excited to start this! I really love Melanie Martinez!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Crybaby
Chapter 1: D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Life for this young girl isn't neat, neither is it messy. It's deplorable! She often finds herself outside of home most of the time because being home doesn't feel like home. Looking at adverts from the televisions outside a shop makes her ponder on what real life should be like. Adverts of perfect families flicker on the screens. She'd give anything to live a normal life…
"Urgh, this is depressing."
She walks away briskly, only to find herself walking down a dark, deserted alleyway. Usually to any young child of her age, they'd avoid such places unless accompanied by a parent or guardian, but for a child like this, with no sense of direction or anyone to tell her otherwise, she doesn't know the danger.
She soon stumbles across what looks like a big box, she looks a little closer, a tiny house, and closer still –a dollhouse, complete with furniture in every room and four smart dolls: the mother, the farther, a son and a daughter.
Never having played with one before she picks it up curiously examining each room carefully, picking up the dolls with much care and consideration. She decides to take it home, and maybe hide in her attic.
She swiftly sneaks passed the kitchen and climbs up to the attic holding a torch in her mouth. She sets everything up and securing the fact that nobody was going to come up here, she began to play with the dolls. She thought they were perfect, her ideal family!
What she didn't realise is that nobody's life could actually be this perfect even though it may seem like they are the perfect family.
People are blinded by their appearances like her mother. She seems like the rich, smart and sophisticated type, but really they're just blinded by her jewellery. When they look away her true colours show through but they can't see behind the curtains.
She soon realises how dumb a dollhouse really is, it's just a bunch of plastic. Her situation has forced her to think maturely, above what girls her age should know, and figures that she's too old to play with such things.
She grabs a blanket and covers the small house, then quietly walks down the steps, careful not to disturb her father sleeping in the room just below.
(Thanks for reading! If you're wondering why I didn't start with the song "Crybaby" it's because my summary is pretty much the first song! Hope you enjoyed! If you have any questions feel free to leave them in the reviews and I will try my best to answer them! 1 more thing, if I make any mistakes or typos I apologise now! Please don't judge me, I'm only human!)