Just an Object

The trade over

I never knew my real name, to be honest im not sure I have one people always call me by you, girl, and it. I am 9 years of age and ever since I could remember is that ive never been identified as a real human being.. Ive been taught that I am useless as a human, useless as an animal, the only way I could be useful is if I was as an object and only that. "Only speak when spoken to, be proper, listen to your owner, dont disobey, dont fight back, do anything they say, dont show emotion unless necessary, know to act, no matter what your owner says do it. The main rule is dont disobey as said before. I have white hair and violet emotionless eyes. I only wear a black and pink kimono and black dress shoes with white gloves covering my hands. I have a traditional pink and white fan that I usually hold up to my face. My quirk is stitches, I can sew anything together even wood medal and other things it can also be used to tie people up. I dont use it much cause im rarely told to use it.

It was like any normal day I wake up clean, learn, cook, serve food, learn do what im told ETC. Today was a bit different though. I was being sold today, I dont know who im being sold to but I know that ive been learning a new skill for a whole month for this trade off.

My mom called me to the bathroom to get me ready for the trade. She gave me a bath, brushed my hair, and sprayed my outfit with perfume. She puts a black bow in my long strait white hair. After getting me ready she drags me to the back of the house to the buyer. I look up to see a pale blue haired man with tired red eyes. His lips crusty with a red scratched marked neck. He wore a long black jacket with a black shirt black pants and black combat boots with his hood up. He had his hands in his pockets. "Is this the kid?" He says to my mom. My mom replies with "Yes" the man continued the conversation "She looks weak. Have you taught her how to kill attack and all that at all?" "Ofcourse thats why you had to wait a month" my mom says as the man looks down at me. He looked back at my mother and started to take somthing out of his pocket, I saw a tint of medal but I thought nothing of it.

They continued to talk about some stuff for awhile until the blue haired man took a gun out of his pocket and shot my mother twice both in the neck and heart and as I knew it my mother dropped dead to the floor. I stood there with an emotionless expression as her blood got on my Kimono and face. He puts the gun back in his pocket and says " to think she would actually trust a villain, idiot." He looks back down at me and starts to speak to me again as I look at him.

"You belong to the league of villains now kid" I nod in response. He starts to walk as I follow him to a black car not knowing what will happen next.

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