Tiny curtains, tiny beds, tiny chairs. Dolls with blonde hair, fixed smiles and the perfect bodies. A perfect life in a perfect house. This is what we all think, right? Wrong. I don't. Nothing is perfect. Well, that is what I was told. You'd think that dolls, dollhouses and a childs' imagination would create something perfect? You're insane. Obviously you would be thinking, who the hell I am and how would I know? This is how I know.
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It's the middle of the night, way past my bedtime. I'm in the attic on a velvet cushion. Legs crossed, mind working. I roll the blonde haired woman between my small fingers. I'm admiring her beauty. I continue to say to myself, how can something so small,
have so much power over me? It's my favourite thing in the world, but it's....So small. I drag my gaze to the large paper white and rose pink mansion that stands in front of me. I open the walls slowly. I couldn't help but stare in amazement at the interior. Everything was beautiful and perfect. A place I wished I could live in. But then I remembered, that is already my life. I already lived in this house. I already had these people in my life. Let's just say it wasn't perfect. Just because something looks so welcoming and delicate doesn't mean that nothing goes down behind it's fabulous walls.
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I can remember being vulnerable to the world. I can remember being a little girl sitting at my window staring out at the endless richness I lived in. I felt so small and useless. The pricey conditions I lived in would seem like an awesome life. Dead wrong.
My parents don't care about me or what I do. I could literally go and rob a bank for the fun of it and my parents still wouldn't care.
All they want is for someone to pass their wealth to. Well, that is what I think every time I sit down and stare out my window.
I pull myself away from the fogged up glass pane and shove a baby blue jumper over my head. I go to my wardrobe and stare in disgust at the elegant gowns. I push past them in my search for jeans and I find a pair of ripped ones which I eagerly pull on.
I escape my closet and make my way to my bedroom door where I snag my headphones, phone and keys off the desk. I put on the headphones and a pair of blue converse sneakers before I race down the stairs. I exit my house and turn on my playlist. I walk down the white porch with my hands in my pockets and my headphones playing a song by Hailee Steinfield. I am no person that lives a casual life, but I like to think I am. I begin to walk over to my car, but I stop and stare at it's black expensive features. I shake my head and pop open the door and get in behind the wheel.
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"Chelsea! Where are you?" I yell into the phone.I snort at her reply. Chelsea is my friend. She doesn't know I..Live like I do.
This is a WIP will try to finish after school!
by Ranger of the North » Mon Mar 19, 2018 1:01 pm 
