emily wooler

selling

"EMILYYY" i hear my mother shout from downstairs, waking me up. i call her my mother because she is not my mum. she is too cruel. she has abused me my whole life, giving me depression, anxiety, ADHD, autism and down syndrome.

i drag my 1'2" 5.5 pound body out of my bed and down stairs.
"HERE IS YOUR BREAKFAST YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE" she spat, giving me toast. i eat it all and she calls me a fatty.
"also go pack your bags podgy bum bum" she adds.
"w-w-w-w-what f-f-f-for?" i manage to choke out.
"i'm selling u."
i begin to shake and have a panic, and anxiety, and manic attack and depression and i rock because i'm autistic and.
i whimper upstairs and pack my bags. i throw my oi brown blond black ginger red pink blue green hair in to a messy bun with a scrunchy.
i look in the mirror and stare at my blue green brown orbs. tears threaten to fall.
"YOUR BUYER IS HERE" my mother shouts.
i breathe deeply and collect my stuff.
i slither down stairs to meet my new owner.
me and my mother open the door and who was standing there took away my breath.