Alright, well, here is the next chapter of My Little Songfics. This isn't what I was originally doing as that one is still "under construction". So, I decided to post this one as a bit of filler. Not to mention, I noticed that quite a few of my stories have been a bit… lacking in quality. At least for me anyway. So, I decided to post this: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. I love this song and I want to try to redeem a character I have bashed in this little miniseries. Anyways, please enjoy this story; I don't own the characters or the song.
The walk home was quite miserable for the two little fillies; their heads hung low and dark scowls etched into their faces. Black makeup was smeared down their cheeks and their jewelry was disheveled; they were a mess. The pink and grey ponies had been humiliated earlier that day and just thinking about it made them furious. They were rich and popular, how dare that filly make them feel that way? Hopefully Ms. Cheerilee made her and those Cutiemark Crybabies suffer.
"Ugh, I swear if I see those four again I'm gonna'… gonna'… DT help me out, I want to do something to them that won't get me in trouble or dirty." The grey pony known as Silver Spoon turned her head to her pink companion. As smart as she was, when it came down to the bullying, it was Diamond Tiara who was the complete mastermind. Yet, something was wrong; Diamond didn't seem as talkative as she usually was. She didn't even seem as angry as Silver Spoon; especially considering that she had been forced to tears earlier. It was almost as if her mind was somewhere else but, where that was could be anyone's guess.
"Hey, Diamond, what's wrong? You usually love planning revenge on those girls." Still, the bespectacled girl received no answer from her tiara wearing friend and it was starting to unnerve her. Finally, after what had to have been at least a half an hour, the pink pony stopped walking and finally looked up at her friend. "Silver, I just, I don't feel like talking about it now ok? Really, I just want to go home," as she began to walk past her friend, Silver spoke up, "ok, I'll come with you." Diamond halted in her tracks and whipped around to face her friend. "No! I-I mean, I just want to go home, alone. I need some time to think." Her hoofsteps sped up to a quick trot as she left her companion behind her. Diamond cared for Silver Spoon deeply, they were best friends and almost like sisters, but she just couldn't let her come over to her house.
As she got closer and closer to her mansion, a slight chill ran up her spine. Her house may have been huge, it may have been well decorated, but it was always so terrifying for her to go to. It was just her, her father, her mother, and her adoptive brother. Not to mention the few servants that they had at the estate, but they were very few and sworn to secrecy. No one was allowed to say what really went down in the Rich household; just come up with believable lies that would surely boost their image. 'Mr. and Mrs. Rich are just the most wonderful ponies.' 'Their adoptive colt Emerald Wing is such a charming young stallion.' 'Diamond may be a bit demanding, but once you get to know her, she is a real joy!' All of these were just the biggest crock of lies that the small pink filly had ever heard.
It all left a sour taste in her mouth that physically made her scowl. As she stepped into the inside of her house, her scowl increased as a putrid smell hit her nose. It was thick and heady, yet also kind of earthy, like some form of plant. She didn't have to find out what that smell was; she had smelled it for quite some time now. Heading through the living room, Diamond came to one of her least favorite rooms in the mansion: the kitchen. She stopped and steeled herself, inhaling the rancid air and exhaling with a coughing fit. She forgot about the smoke. With her nerves calmed, the pink filly began her trek through the extravagant cooking room and was met with a sight she had seen many times before. She couldn't bear to look at it for much longer, so with what speed her little legs could gather, she galloped out of the room, through the other door, and shut it behind her.
Well, trials number one and two were over with, now as she gazed up at the top of the stairs, she had one more to encounter. Before she was even a third of the way to the top she could already hear the noises. They were strong and masculine, and also soft and feminine. Each one made her stomach turn and tighten and it took all she had not to vomit right there on the staircase. As she reached the top, the noises only got louder and proved to make her sicker. Her sickness was starting to turn into anger at the two ponies responsible for the disturbances, so much so that she had to fight her legs from turning in their direction and yelling at them. Diamond Tiara swallowed the lump in her throat as she trotted off to her room. It took a little while, but she finally was able to grab the string between her teeth and pull down the wooden staircase from above. It was times like these that she really hated stairs.
Once she had made it up the stairs and pulled them back up, Diamond glanced around at her attic bedroom. It was large and spacious, as her room obviously had to be, yet it wasn't quite as glorious as one would expect it to be. The walls were finished and painted pink with white, vertical stripes on the walls. The floor was covered in pale purple carpet and her princess bed sat off on the far right wall. It was her sanctuary; a place for her to escape the horrors of her life and find some peace. Yet, there were only two things in her room that could help her calm down the burning fires of rage in her belly. A dollhouse and a music box.
The dollhouse was large and somewhat modeled after her house, even coming with a four pony family. Of course, with it being specially made after her family, these things weren't exactly shocking. The music box on the other hand was very plain; being a wooden box carved with a few intricate designs. Diamond sat before the dollhouse and opened the music box, wistfully bobbing her head to the dancing melody. As the song continued with a sound equivalent to carnival music, Diamond picked up the small pink doll and began to sing to it.
"Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls,
We'll be a perfect family.
When you walk away, is when we really play,
You don't hear me when I say,
'Mom, please wake up.
Dad's with a slut and your son is smoking cannabis.'
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens,
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen."
That putrid smell that had accumulated in the living room and that perforated the entire house came from her "brother". He had a habit of smoking some strange plant that he had gotten addicted to while away at boarding school. He said that it helped him chill out so that he wasn't always so stressed with work. Emerald had quite a few names for the plant: cannabis, weed, pot, and tree. Diamond didn't care what he called it; all she knew was that she hated it. She had threatened many times to tell their parents on him and at first, he had feared her. Then, he began to notice just how spacey his family was becoming.
By that time, Diamond's leverage was gone and he started smoking it again, this time with more passion. Soon, he wouldn't even leave the house to smoke it anymore, he'd just "hot box" in his basement bedroom. Speaking of her spacey family made Diamond think about her mother, Citrine Rich. Citrine was a beautiful and elegant mare; giving her looks to her daughter except for the eyes. She was quick as a whip and new how to work the minds of those she wanted to partner with and those that worked for her. Alas, for all of her sharpness she couldn't for the life of her figure out why her husband didn't want her anymore. For years she had tried everything in her power to ensure that the spark stayed alive in her marriage. All it took for her to finally get the message was her walking in on the bastard with his damned secretary. Diamond had tried to tell her, but of course, who's going to listen to a small filly?
Places, places, get in your places,
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect,
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture,
Pose with your brother; won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Diamond hated her life at home, how she always had to hide it from everyone around her. It was like she turned into the doll in her hoof, just a plastic pony with a painted on smile. Something that took on the personality of the "divine little girl" who played this sick game on her that she had to unfortunately call life. Whenever her parents needed her present for one of their social gatherings, all she had to do was put on her face and her dress and she was ready. Ready to be their perfect little puppet; an accessory that could walk and talk, but wasn't allowed to think.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
As far as Diamond knew, no one else in town had to deal with this kind of abuse. Well, it was more a form of neglect, but it was beating down on Diamond. All day she had to overhear what her classmates said about their families and how much they loved them; it made her sick. No one else had to go through this, so why did she? Had she pissed off some deity who had decided that this would be fitting punishment? If that was the case, Diamond had apologized time and time again that she could be forgiven and that this would stop. However, it looked like something else was pulling the strings here, and she didn't know what it was or wanted.
Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on,
Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry.
When you turn your back she pulls out her flask,
And forgets his infidelity.
Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,
Go back to being plastic
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens,
One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen.
Due to the affairs of her father and the habits of her brother, Diamond's mother was obviously the next to go. So troubled by her failing marriage, Citrine had turned to the one thing she felt could help her. No, not a shrink or a counselor, hell not even her own daughter! The only thing that could help her forget right now was alcohol. What had started as a glass of red wine every so often to calm her nerves had turned into blacking out wasted every night. A majority of those nights, if not every night, she didn't even leave the kitchen. More often than not, Diamond would wake up in the morning, do her morning routine, and head into the kitchen for breakfast and be treated to the sight of her blacked out mother.
At first, it scared her seeing mommy like this, wondering when it would stop and when she would be ok. Now, she faced it with a neutral expression as she would hoist the older mare onto her back, drag her to the first floor bathroom, dump her in the shower, and crank the cold water. Then she'd just leave her there, being sure that she was propped up so that she wouldn't drown, to sober up on her own. Maybe she should be worried that this was becoming so routine but, honestly, she just stopped feeling quite some time ago. Sure, she could play it off with her friends that her mother was this glorious mare with her flashy jewelry and pompous attitude. In reality, she was a drunk with a flask hidden on her at all times. Hm, Diamond wondered if her mother even knew what it felt like to be sober anymore.
Places, places, get in your places,
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect,
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture,
Pose with your brother; won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect,
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Looking away from the dollhouse for the first time since she came upstairs, her bright blue eyes fell upon a picture of her family. Her mother was sitting in a chair with her father behind her while she and her brother stood on either side. They smiled in a way that would suggest to the oblivious passerby that this was the perfect family. They had money, beauty, brains; the whole package in just four ponies. If one were to look closer, however, they would see the caked on makeup under her mother's eyes to hide the cumbersome bags underneath. Peeking out of the edge of her father's collar was a small bruise; a hickey Diamond had remembered they were called. Emerald Wing still had some red at the corners of his eyes from the smoke secession he had earlier that day to cope. And as for Diamond, she held nothing but a look of shattered glass in her blue orbs, it taking all of her willpower to even stand next to her "brother". Of course, she had to be good; it was what her family had wanted. And if there was one thing that Diamond still didn't understand, it was that she loved them greatly.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
She stood, and looked out of the small window that faced out towards the setting sun. It all looked so beautiful, yet, Diamond just couldn't bring herself to appreciate it.
Hey girl (hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl)
Hey girl, open your walls, play with your dolls,
We'll be a perfect family.
As long as she kept quiet, played with her dolls, and kept her family and friends separate from each other, Diamond was sure that she would be ok. She could have the perfect family as long as she kept their secrets Places, places, get in your places,
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect,
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture,
Pose with your brother; won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect,
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
As the song ended and the sun set, Diamond took off her tiara and prepared to head to bed. Tomorrow was another day of lies and deceit as she hid her feelings rom the world. It was ok though, she was used to the struggle by now, at least that's what she would tell herself. If this was some deity's way of showing her the error of her ways then she prayed that it would be over soon. She was sorry for all of the hurt she had caused to the ponies around her for the past few years. She didn't mean to hurt anyone at first, she just needed an outlet for her pent up feelings. Of course, she reminded herself that was no excuse. She was a heartless bully now, and no matter how many times she said sorry, she knew that it wouldn't be enough to reverse the damage. All Diamond could do now was continue her life and hope that things would change soon. Although, with the way things usually went, the life of Diamond Tiara would be the same. She would torment others by inflicting her pain on them, if only so they wouldn't see the tears under her plastic face.
Okie, dokie, loki that sure was angsty wasn't it? I feel that this would apply to Diamond Tiara if the show was aged up and we got to see what her life was like. I don't know, maybe it's just me? Anyway, I will continue to try and work on other stories if I have the time, just please, don't be mad at me. I'm working the best I can with what I've got seeing as I have only one computer class at school. Well, until next time my babies: Mwah!
