Sold

Mate

Ok this is shit! They can't be serious...I know they like hate me or whatever but selling me!? I'm not even eighteen yet! I am so stupid though...I knew they'd kick me out or disown me at some point and thought that 18 years old was then so for now I could relax. I'm a bitch sometimes...I know for a fact that it did cross my mind that they would disown or kick me out earlier than 18 but I Probably laughed it off and was like 'future me would have to deal with that' I do that a lot and It brings me no joy in the end.

Ahhhhhh! I could have a breakdown right now if not for the declining tears. You know sometimes I just cry for fun or something. I let out a sigh of frustration. Why couldn't my family just love me? They don't even ever tell me why, they just don't. Well isn't that hilarious. No,It's not! This is a very serious matter and I should be freaking out, hell I should be hyperventilating right now!

I pout really hard...you know? -to make up for my curreant disability to cry. Nah though...they really gonna sell me?! Not just that, to freaking beasts! Dude this is a very dangerous situation I have found myself in. This has RAPE and SEXWORK written all over it wahhhh. And those stupid werewolfs have crazy stamina...No...
Man I really should be crying right now.

Maybe I should do the iconic make myself ugly from my favorite female leads. Yeah I read a lot and usually when these types of situations happen to them FL I laugh about it and think that 'they are just being whiney little bitches'. Karma is a bitch but why! They are just book characters its not that deep. This is real life y'all so I shouldn't be paying like this.

I slide off my bed and get to my makeup bag across the room. My room is very ugly. I've tried to make it nicer but nah it's impossible. I sit cross legged on the floor and start working. I don't even need the mirror because the more terrible it is the better. I should probably make it look realistic and not make it shout 'makeup to make me look ugly' but meh...lazy tingz. It's not a flex!

When I feel like I've done enough I stand to look myself at the mirror. As to how I have a bed, makeup, a mirror and other stuff? Well that's because this room is like a storage room. Everything, they throw it in here. There's a lot in here, that's a good and a very bad thing because I get 'cool' stuff sometimes...depending on what you think is cool because I have nothing so something is something. It always smells funky in here and that's one of the bad things because there might be something in here that is like not good for my health and is killing me...slowly.

Well...I look hideous! I make a couple funny faces and bust out laughing. I thought of running away but shot that Idea down since that's like a way of getting raped fatster since it's not really a friendly area that I live in. I live a fabulous life...wanna switch?

Somehow my fit of laughter turned into full blown sobbing. It's fine...that's healthy you know?- let it all out.

"Wahhhhhhh"...I uh...I'm an ugly cryer. I don't worry about anyone hearing me. This apartment is really loud. 24/7: sex sounds, tv, songs competing with each other,abuse sounds, fight sounds, exercise, guns, spinning cars and other tortuous sounds. I drag myself to bed and lay on my back. I look at the ugly ceiling with an indifferent expression on my face. All the sounds continue...they never stop. I hate this place, I hate my life, but I love myself because I'm all I have.

I doubt I'll have to pack anything since I'm being sold. Who exactly am I getting sold to, what will they make me do? Will they finally break me? Break my body and soul? I'm only sixteen. I know the world's not nice and no matter what age you are you go through things but can't I hold on to it...I'm only sixteen. Last year I was only fifteen when father almost raped me and no one was there...I had to help myself through it. I thought I was so tough but I was so weak. I was only fifteen and almost raped when brother spread the rumor that I was a rotten child who tried to seduce his f
dad. I was only fifteen when I had to run from men and boys wanting a piece of me and wanting to use my body forcibly because I am 'shameless' and 'deserve it'. I couldn't tell mother or anyone in my very huge 'family'. They are like any other family, a happy family with fights here and there but they love each other. A happy family without me. I don't get it. Why? I really don't get it.