Crybaby was laying down in the middle of her room. The ticking of the clock rang in her ears, followed by mum's drunken murmurs and dad's moaning. It was like a twisted harmony. Tears ran down Crybaby's soft cheeks.

Crybaby was a 15 year old girl who lived in an ordinary house, in an ordinary street, in an ordinary neighbourhood. But the things going inside that girl's head was far from ordinary. Crybaby's parents were….how do I put it, unspeakable. Her dad cheated on her mum with a new girl every night. Her mum, unaware of this, was a hopeless alcoholic. Her brother smoked weed all day. Crybaby was alone in her dollhouse, practically knee-high in toys. Crybaby was very different from you or I. Even though she was 15, she still played with her toys, drank milk from her bottle and slept in a cot. Why? Because her parents had been so caught up in their unspeakable acts that they hadn't bothered to buy Crybaby new things so Crybaby was stuck with children's toys. This took a toll on her. Her mind became, younger. She still cried like a baby, she still acted like a 7 year old. She was falling down the rabbit hole, to her twisted wonderland.

Crybaby sat up and glared at her teddy; which glared right back. She stretched and got up. She picked up her dolls. "Hello Mrs Sugarplum, how are you?" She said in a voice much higher than her own as she moved her dolls. "I'm doing quite well, Mrs Fruitcake" She made the other doll say. Without warning, Mrs Fruitcake's head came off. Crybaby stared at the headless doll in shock. Then, the tears came. She threw her doll at the wall, threw back her head and screamed. She fell into her cot, screaming and screaming until her voice was hoarse. She threw open her closet draws and picked up a shiny, metal object. She smiled crazily and stared at the headless doll, she then looked at the lighter. Tears streamed down her face and she lit the doll on fire. She watched the plastic melt and laughed. She lay back on the floor and laughed. This was no ordinary laugh. This was not a laugh any 15 year old girl should make. It was an insane laugh. A Crybaby's laugh.

Hiiiiii I hope you enjoyed my Crybaby story. I will be doing more chapters.( I DO NOT OWN CRYBABY.)

Kisses,

C