They call me Cry Baby

Cry Baby

Once upon a time— wait, no. This isn't a fairy tale. This is also not some kind of kid's story. It's because that there was this one house with a different kind of family living in there. Plus, they used to be very happy and the most cheerful family there was. Now, picture this: They're violent, they're in separated ways and broken pieces left in their little bloody hearts. What happened to the same family that used to be joyful? It's just those problems; every one has their own, but this family seemed to be quitting to find a way to solve it. They just left their problems untouched like there's a cake that mom made left at the table. It doesn't seem tasty so it was left and was rotten. That's how they work now.
A little explanation about the people about this family.
There was the daddy, the mommy and their only son, the little boy, who won't even want to mention his own name.
The Daddy used to buy ice cream every day for his peaceful son after school. He used to love his beautiful wife dearly, but he decided to go to his own path since. Ever since he got his problems from work, the way he solve it was making out with hot strangers. He did it from now on; it made him relaxed and he did it with too much different sluts. He didn't care about his family anymore.
Then, there was the mommy, perfect and sweet. Her baked treats were the best, but she smokes whenever she feels stressed. How awful. She was cleaning the halls one day, when she heard crazy and wet noises. The noise came from the room of her lover. She decided to take a peek and that's when she saw her husband with a slut. She didn't do something at first, but left shocked to the core. She started drinking, and since then she stopped taking care of the family. It means that those yummy sweet treats were stopped from being made. I'm deceased.
The only son learned using drugs and how to puff smoke since 5 years old. What he always see twenty four hours a day is when his parents were always drinking and smoking. His favorite at this moment is cannabis and weed, and he even has a garden of drugs right in his bedroom. The most amazing fact is he is also always an A student at agriculture class.
Now, this is the family. Cruel and abandoned. But little did the momma know that she's expecting something bigger and worse.

Dressed in jewels and fashion, she took care of her baby in the womb for nine months straight like a normally loving mother. But, she kept smoking like there's no life will be affected. Of course it's very unhealthy for the baby. She didn't even cheer up when she knew the baby was a girl. She wondered for so long about what she's going to name her. Hmm, how about Angelina, Clarette or Erikka? Maybe Cinnabeth? Named after her favorite drugs. She took plenty of time trying to quite drinking for a while and shop for her expectation. Nice toys, cute clothes and shoes, you name it.
The biggest day had come, she was rushed to the hospital. There were rabbit nurses and doctors and faces looking ready to kill. She pushed and acted as if her first born will come. The daddy was too busy making out with chicks in the club that day, so he said he wouldn't be on the birth day.
Momma fell asleep after the baby came out. She woke up in the same room and thinking it was just a dream. There were congratulations flowers in vases beside her, free gifts from the hospital and her 7 year old son sitting at the corner of the room playing violent video games at his iPad. She cringed, and it's because the sunlight coming from the window didn't visit properly in her room. The nurse suddenly barged in the room with a clipboard in her arm.
"May I take your baby to this room Mrs.—" she started with a warm and gentle smile.
Momma suddenly cut her off and eyeballed her.
" Is it necessary? My son! Give me a cigarette and light it up for me darling." She called to her boy.
His son simply stopped his games and nodded and reached for her purse.
"I shall bring the baby then, she's very adorable." The nurse smiled.
"Whatever. I don't make decisions here. I'm not the one working here. " momma groaned.
The nurse went off with another smile and left to get the baby.
"Smiles are for fakers. Ugh." She complained.
The boy placed the cigarette in her mouth and she said thank you. He lit it up and she puffed. The nurse came back after a several minutes, carrying a tiny human in her arms.
Momma growled back at the nurse again.
"Will you stop your fucking smiles? Its damn shitty!"
" Very sorry ma'am, by the way, its a girl." The nurse tried not to smile and brought the baby near her.
Momma sat up straight to see her clearly, but she can't stand the noise. The baby's crying too loud, non-stop. She looked cute but it looks like her heart is tearing her apart and someone just had turn the faucet to her eyes. The baby wouldn't stop crying. Momma was disgusted and covered her ears.
"Oh My God, she's a Cry Baby."

"Do something to shut her up! Feed her, bathe her, or drown her!" She shouted.
The nurse backed a little and hugged the baby more tightly, because it looks like her own mom was ready to kill the baby.
"I'm so sorry— we already did everything to calm her, she just wouldn't stop."
Momma eyeballed her even worse. "Bring her outside where I won't hear her, then. Use your damn brain, Bitch."
"Sure thing. What will you name her, by the way?" The nurse tried to smile because the girl looks very adorable.
" Name her after my ass." She moaned.
"Umm..? But—" the nurse was shocked about Momma's too violent mouth.
" SHE'S MAKING ME CRAZY SHUT HER UP! Her name will be Melanie, NOW KILL THAT FUCKING CRY BABY'S MOUTH!!" She shouted with too much anger.
         The nurse left quickly, because the baby—Melanie cried even louder because of her momma. The boy brought her a new cigarettes and lit it up, and wrote Cry Baby at the birth certificate.

          So, Momma had nothing to do but take Melanie home. She carried her safely in her arms, thanking the lords that the baby was finally asleep.
           Melanie was one when she had her own pink sippy cup, baby chair and new toys. Momma always buys her toys just so she would stop crying. She was called Cry Baby as a nickname. Mel— Cry Baby, worn pigtails, abc chain necklaces dangling under her neck and a clear bib with that ribbon on the top. She hated Baby Food. She was still one, so momma couldn't understand what she wants.
"Cry Baby. Eating timeeeee." She brought out a jar of baby food and a white spoon. Today's main dish is mashed broccoli and cauliflower.
Ewww.. Cry Baby thought. She did her best to avoid it.
"Open your stupid mouth." Momma roared.

It's now bedtime and she won't stop crying her heart out. The carpet is getting too wet because of her tears, so Momma convinced CryBaby to sleep at the bathtub instead.

Her heart is just too big for her body.

She seemed to had replace her brain with her heart.

She grew up as a feminine and confident woman, but she's still treated immaturely. She didn't mind herself being called Cry Baby, and she doesn't care at all. What she cares the most are everything. Little things, Big things, she knew she had to cry.

They call her Cry Baby, and she didn't even fucking care.