Iamsososorryguys! I didn't mean to disappear for, what? 6 months? Unforgivable! I will simply let you read the story and hopefully read my note at the end!
The song this time is "Dollhouse" by Melanie Martinez, requested by Dakota William-Jones.
I don't own anything except my imagination!
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Mel took her position against the pillows, watching the door and waiting for the inevitable. Soon the door slammed open and in walked a little girl, tears streaming down her face. The little girl reached out and grabbed Mel, hugging her tightly to her chest.
"Th-they're a-at it again Mel! D-dad is in his room with that m-mean lady again! A-And mom is out drinking!"
Mel let herself be squeezed and cried on and suffocated, waiting for the exhaustion to take over. The little girl, Abigail, or Abby, was the daughter of the most prominent business man in America. Abby's father had a deal with the government for mass producing guns that couldn't be found anywhere else in the world. Her mother was a world famous model, the most sought after woman in the world. Finally there was her older brother by three years, a growing child actor that was also being constantly contacted for his talent.
Mel had been a birthday present from Abby's grandmother around a month ago, before she died. Mel had been asked by the grandmother to help Abby as long as needed. Mel never responded but the grandmother sent her anyway. Now, Mel planned on fulfilling the late grandmother's wish and bring happiness to her granddaughter.
Now, remember that not all toys are lifeless. Mel was only one example, the stuffed mime from France was alive, the fake mochi with fish eyes from Japan, the stuffed panda from China and polar bear from Canada, the plushy paint brush and palette from Italy, the plushy pumpkin from Germany and the soft baby bunt from England. Mel interacted with these other toys whenever Abby was away, slowly she started learning what exactly was going on in this house. Ever since Mel came she was seeing more and more tears from little Abby.
Mel slowly eased out of the little girl's hold, she didn't go far, she only walked to the window next to the bed and looked up at the moon. The clock across the room seemed to be getting louder, the constant ticking ominously playing.
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
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
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
Hey girl, look at my mom
She's got it goin' on
HA!
You're blinded by her jewelry,
When you turn your back
She pulls out a 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
Places, place, 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
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Blood in kitchen sink flash through Amelia's head.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Screaming and crying soon joins the images.
Mel looks over the sleeping Abby to see the rest of the toys gathered beside the bed on the floor, looking up at them both.
Hey girl
Mel puts her hand on Abby's forehead.
Hey girl, open your walls
Play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
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
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
Abby's mouth opened, a trail of mist left her mouth.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
The clock continues to tick in the background, fading as fast as it came, then stopped, leaving the room silent.
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If you guys don't get the ending then ask, I tried to make it obvious, but at the same time mysterious.
Now, I won't tell you why I haven't updated in so long, none of you actually want to know. The reason I updated now is because I have been on Fanfiction for a full year now! XD I don't remember the exact date (I could probably look it up but I'm too lazy) but I told myself I was going to update this month in honor of that monumental occasion!
Now, I will be closing that poll on my profile on May 5th. Thanks to everyone that has, is and will vote!
Next order of business is that I will be updating as much as I can in the near future, so if any of you are reading my stories, look forward to it!
Thank you for reading and please leave a review. (They really do help me think of stories for you songs guys.)