◦◦Welcome to the Dollhouse◦◦

She hated the cursed blonde curls that framed her face delicately. The cute shape that she was blessed with. Her rosy cheeks, perky lips, and animated, sparkly sky blue eyes.

She hated it with a passion.

Standing in the mirror watching her face move in the direction that she commanded it, the faces she made only seemed to intensify her abhorrence towards herself.

Perfect.

She was so fucking perfect. Not a blemish, scar, mole, or fade on her skin, like a doll.

And her life, a fucking dollhouse.

Mommy cooked, cleaned, and stayed at home. Laughed at daddy’s poor jokes, and smiled when there was nothing to smile about. And daddy, the perfect gentleman, he said everything perfect, walked and talked perfect. Even his smile was perfect. He never stayed out past nine at night, and even when mommy did something to anger him, he laughed about it. They both laughed about it.

She wouldn't be so surprised if he even fucked mommy right.

Fucking hypocrites.

Sometimes she wanted to go into their room while they slept so fitfully at the dot of ten and slit their throats. She could imagine their blood. Warm on her hands, smoothly running across her fingertips upon her own soft touch.

She would bathe in their blood, and cry from overwhelming joy at their death.

She would…..

“Joy! Time for dinner.”

She was dropped on the floor at the instant beckon of the mother. Her head hit the floor, her curls fell into her eyes. Her lifeless doll body left to succumb to the reality that she was.

She fucking hated Joy. That bitch always dropped her when she was called. Then again, she was merely Kelly Doll.

“Aubrey!! Come and eat!!” Aubrey dropped her doll on the floor, then stopped.

Her hesitance took over her for a second, she shrugged and ran out the room. Joy was just a doll.