The socks

Socks

"My god he's done it again" said my dad. We were both amazed to see sir sockington come back and free another sock from this hell in which we live in. Our lives were bad, from birth some are lucky and get fresh air but some like my family got unlucky and stayed in a box. We saw everyone get taken around us and we were one of the last ones. I'm not glad that we got bought by the same person who bought sir sockington you will see why soon enough. After you get bought you usually hold a celebration to celebrate your freedom, but my dad knew that everything was going to get worse. I kind of felt it as well but I didn't show it. Boy was my dad right we got the worst. We got what the others called S.T.I.F. Stinky, toenails, in, foot. This was worse for me because I got the worst foot. See I was a right sock and most people are righties so generally speaking I was on the the foot that worked more. All the sweat and the work I did gave me PTSD. Anyway back on the story sir sockington took advantage of the weekly wash. So every week he returned with willing volunteers and took 1 or 2 socks with him. Of course he took them from the dryer because in the washer there was a risk of drowning. You know that reminds me of something many people think socks are just inanimate objects, you are wrong we live we feel we get hurt and we die. Anyway as I was saying me and my dad opted to be one of the last ones out. We wanted everyone to be safe 1st before we left. I was shocked when I saw 5 socks being rescued at one time!!! With this pace we will all be free in 5 weeks!! My dad shook his head and whispered something in my ear that I will never forget. He said, "want to know why I didn't go with sir sockington?" I nodded,"it's because I knew this will happen" and he pointed to the shining sky. I was amazed, but then it hit me, if sir sockington wasn't gone by the time we were taken out till next week his team will get caught l, and sure enough I was right. His whole team was killed. Including him. That is when I saw a crack. I knew right away that that is where sir sockington came from. I ran into it with may dad who saw it too and soon enough we came across a town. Then it hit me. There was no way out, we were just sent to an undiscovered part of the dryer. I don't care though I just wanted to get away from the main part. I looked around and saw everyone who was rescued, it wasn't much but there were about 20 there. I found a radio in the biggest tent and used it to say,"Urgent message!! We need help track this signal, WE NEED HELP NOW, SOS, SOVE OUR SOLES.*badum tsssss*!!!!!!"  Although no one answer right away I knew someone will hear it some where soon enough. I was sad that there was no way out yet but when I saw my dad I felt a little better. He was dancing with joy and running around happy to be here. Then we both saw everyone run inside and hold there ears. I didn't know why but I figured it out soon enough. There was a loud and long and sharp scream through the air and I knew what it was the moment I heard it. It was the screams of the damed as the men would call it. Then something I will never forget happened. The whole place was lit up and everyone screamed when we saw a hand reach down and grab a sock out of a tent. Then it surprised me more when I heard, "we're on our way." The hand grabbed everyone rapidly. My dad unfortunately was one of them who was taken. Before he was gone he told me, "Son, don't worry about me, just go and find help. All i want to see before i die is you free". This bought me to tears. I was crying so much i couldn't move. Then i was grabbed, but i was quickly dropped because i was wet with tears. It reached for me again and i blocked myself with another sock. He was taken and i escaped. Now I tried a VERY risky move. I jumped infant to the hand to get grabbed in the hopes that i will get dropped outside the dryer. Luckily I was successful and i ran for my life. I found a bunker and I hid under it. I met a few others there. Boy was I surprised when I found them, surprised and happy. We had time to waste so we shared stories. We both went through about the same thing, except he was from the washer division so thats why we never met. Turns out where I was was somewhere called a couch?? I found out that they were the ones with the radio and they said they are on there way is to give us hope, even if it is false hope it is hope. This place was sad, every night going to sleep to the sound of screams, some familiar, too familiar. This went on for 3 years, then we got a new member, and boy was I surprised who it was. IT WAS MY DAD. He was torn and unfamiliar, but the way he recognize me and the way he spoke I knew it had to be him. Then right when i want to say hi and meet him again he was gone. A loud sound was heard. People referred to it as a vacuum. I was in tears once again now knowing he was gone forever. Many other were sucked out and soon enough I was the last one. It was at this moment i knew, the giants will never stop looking and i will never find peace. So i ran out yelling for my father something I knew I was never going to get, but at least if I die I can see him in hell. So I hoped to die. The giant looked at me and left me there. I don't know why, but it gave me hope. That is why i am writing this. To tell you to never give up hope. Sadly I already have, bye... *processes to hang self then realizes socks can't commit suicide*... so i can't die sooooo this is awkward. Well this is Sock #6969 signing OUT!!!!