You always watched the school's TV show on a Thursday. It aired during lunch, and it was the one time everyone shut up for a while. You used to be on the team, but they kicked you after one girl thought that you had spread a rumor about her. Really, you knew she was just jealous. She was jealous, just like every other girl.

Why?

Because your family was perfect.

[Hey Girl. 

Open the walls. 

Play with your dolls.

We'll be a perfect family.]

They didn't know though. They said that your family was perfect but they had no idea what went on in your life.

It was almost terrifying how much they wanted your life.

[When you walk away, is when we really play.

You don't hear me when I say.]

Firstly, your mother was an alcoholic. She drank constantly and you begged her to stop. Your father was the male equivalent of a tart. A manwhore, as you liked to call him, who discovered he was gay after having you and your brother.

Then, there was your beloved brother. He was just a few years older than you, and he was already doing every drug known to man.

["Hey, Mom. Please wake up.

Dad's with a slut and your son is smoking cannabis."]

While your father was doing anal in your parent's room, you brother was sitting in the living room, getting stoned, and your mother was puking her brains out in the bathroom. Then there was you, in the kitchen, cutting yourself.

Your mom got you a therapist. A horrible therapist who took you for granted. He didn't believe anything you said, mainly because you had no proof.

If he only knew.

[No one ever listens. This wallpapers glistens.

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.]

You always managed to hide it though, behind those fake smiles. Behind the plastic look. You really just wanted everyone to see, then they would know.

Then they'd all realize how lucky they were.

[Places. Places. Get in your places.

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.]

So here you were, one Thursday lunch. You spotted your brother looking like the handsome bad boy that he was. The kind of guy that everyone should look up to. A real "Mr. Bender" sort of guy Edgar was.

The TV flashed on and everyone quieted down.

[Picture. Picture. Smile for the picture.

Pose with your brother. Won't you be a good sister?]

Slowly, the day's announcements came. Some guys wolf whistled at the reporter girl. She was wearing a low V-neck shirt.

'Fucking perverts....' you thought, biting into your sandwich. Why couldn't girls wear what they wanted?

Halfway through the announcements, the screen cut to static. Some girls shrieked and looked at the screen confused.

Just then, a video started playing.

[Everyone thinks that we're perfect.

Please don't let them look through the curtains.]

The video was of the side of a house, the lens of the camera focused to the light of the room inside the house. You got chills, it was creepy.

Just then, you-and everyone else-saw your brother laying on the couch, flipping off someone while smoking a cigarette. You covered your mouth. Your brother sat up and changed the channel, popping a few pills while reaching for the remote.

The camera was turned away and the cameraman climbed the tree outside your house. He raised the camera to the bedroom above the kitchen, where your dad was bottoming under a very muscular guy.

Gasps and mutters ran through the crowd.

You sank in your seat in horror and disgust.

Just then, a scream erupted from the video. The camerman jumped down from the tree and walked a few windows down, where you mother was ranting in the kitchen.

"THIS IS WHAT HE GETS! A SUICIDAL DAUGHTER AND A CRACKHEAD SON!"

You stood by the sink, ignoring her screams. She threw her bottle of cooking sherry on the ground and collapsed in sobs on the counter. You rolled your eyes and raising the knife to your wrist. You cut 8 x's on your arm.

Just then, the cameraman walked away from the scene, his breathing was robotic, metal-like. He laughed softly and the video was cut.

You thought that was the end. Oh no, everyone saw at the end, it was like adding insult to injury. At the end, there was little slide that read:

"To the Love of My Life, in hopes that ________ gets what she wants: A Perfect Family."

[D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E.

I see things that nobody else sees.]

You gaped. You looked at your brother who was also shocked. He saw you and glared. You swallowed dryly.

Suddenly, there was laughter.

Lots of it.

Girls threw empty milk cartons at you. They snickered and yelled, "EMO! CUTTER!"

Someone dumped food on top of you. You just sat there and picked at your scabs.

[D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E.

I see things that nobody else sees.]

A week passed and the same taunting and giggling continued. Everything hurt now. Now that your dad was an open homosexual, he left the house. You brother beat you, thinking that you knew who did this. He hoped to get it out of you.

Your mom just wallowed in her own self-pity, saying things like, "My horrible children..... How could you two do this to me?"

That night, you came home. You were dirty, and wanted a bath. You walked up the stairs and opened the door to the shower, the tile made you shiver.

You turned on the hot water and disrobed. When under the water, you didn't hear the door open. When under the water, you didn't hear someone disrobe.

Slyly, a hand slipped onto your waist. You jumped. You didn't scream, because another hand rested on your neck. You looked out the corner of your eye and saw your brother, Edgar.

"E-Edga-"

He kissed you.

You squirmed away from your brother, "What are you doing?!"

"Come on ___________, you've read Flowers in the Attic. You know exactly what I'm doing," he said, pulling you against his chest.

Your lip quivered. He massaged your skin softly, "I love you.... More than just a brother loves his little sister...."

"A-Ah..." you tried to speak but he slid his tongue in your mouth.

"Let me make love to you....." he whispered in your ear.

[D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E.

I see things that nobody else sees.]

The next day, you didn't walk with your brother to school. You didn't eat in the cafeteria, and you made sure to avoid him in the halls.

The library was the only other place you could watch TV. You lazily paid attention to the screen when another video started playing.

It was of your house again.

You dropped your sandwich when you heard running water.

You ran. You ran from the library and from the school. You went all the way home, where you hid under the covers.

You sobbed from humiliation. The bed moved. Someone was climbing on top of it.

You looked up and saw a young man, face hidden behind a metal mask and a pair of yellow goggles. You were at first scared, then you got angry.

"What? Are you here to kill me now?!"

You stood up, "Well go ahead and kill me!"

"I'm not hear to kill you," laughed the man. It was robotic laughter. Just like the first video. "I'm here to collect you!"

You backed away, "You.... You've been stalking me?"

You teared up, "Why?! WHY ME?!"

He placed his hand on your chin, and tilted your face up, "Because I love you~"

He laughed shyly, "Ehehehe! I'm Toby! I don't know if you remember me.... I was ahead of you three grades in elementary!"

He smiled through the mask, "I recently found out where you lived. And starting about a year ago, I started filming you!"

You watched, scared. You dreaded what was happening.

"Anyway~! I came to collect you! So come on!" He grabbed your hand, which your ripped away.

He looked at you, "Something wrong?"

"I don't want to go with you...."

"Hahaha! A doll never gets what they want," he laughed. He sat down next to you and said, "They only do what they're told."

He gripped your arm, almost breaking your wrist in his grasp.

"So come along now, I have a different dollhouse for you...."

[D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E.

I see things that nobody else sees.]