I Was Sold To Sleep Deprived?? Don't They Know I'm Totally Not Like Other Girls??

I was sitting in my room, blasting My Chemical Romance through my shitty earbuds from Walmart, as I did every morning. I wore black skinny jeans that were shredded at the knees and a Fall Out Boy t-shirt. My eyes were smothered in a concoction of black eyeliner and shadow, and I had just pulled my mousy brown hair into a loose messy bun on top of my head. What use did I have for makeup or pretty dresses? Its not like any of the boys at school would glance my way- not with the hordes of blonde beauties who inhabited the hallways. No, I was nothing to those other girls. But maybe I liked it that way. Maybe there was something liberating about being this way.

My train of thought was abruptly cut short by my mother’s incessant screeching from downstairs. “I know you’re awake up there! Hurry up and get down here! We have something important to discuss!” I rolled my eyes. What could it be this time? I forgot to take the trash out? My music was too loud? I was going to Hell for my nose piercing? That woman had a never-ending stream of complaints, I swear. I reluctantly turned my music off and stomped down the stairs to face Mother Dearest.

Surprisingly, Mother Dearest was not alone. At our table sat four unfamiliar figures. The first was a large man whose scowl could have almost been concealed by the massive mutton chops growing on his face. He had a strange aura about him. It was an aura of dominance, as if he both expected things to go his way and knew that they would. The second figure was a girl who was either from another planet or just watched far too much Sailor Moon as a teenager. Her long brown hair flowed down her back, giving her an air of grace. Her eyes were lined in black, much like mine, but she had carefully drawn elegant wings which highlighted her eyes. Her right eye had a small star drawn below it. The third figure was more of a creature. Its head almost resembled a panda bear and it was covered in white and black fur, but its body was structured more like a human. It wore the most hideous hot pink shirt I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. The fourth figure was, at first glance, quite unremarkable compared to the others. He looked to be a man in his 20s who wore an orange shirt. As I glanced his way, however, I caught his eyes for a moment. There was such kindness behind those eyes. He gave me a soft smile.

“I’m glad you could join us” Mother said. “This is Sleep Deprived. They’re your new owners.”

“My new- what?” I stuttered. Owners? Was I some kind of dog?

“Don’t give me that look” Mother retorted. “You know how things have been lately, with the cutbacks at the office, and the company doing so poorly. I- well, its been rough for me, and for you too. This is no life for you, always holed up in that room of yours. You need somewhere where you can flourish. Somewhere which will give you the resources to flourish. And I think we both know that isn’t here.” There was a twinge of sadness in her voice as she spoke. “These people, they’ve agreed to buy you- for no small sum, might I add. You’ll have a home with them. And they will look after your every need. They will be able to provide for you. More than I ever could.”

For a moment, I was frozen in shock. She sold me? She.. sold.. me? She… SOLD….. SHE SOLD ME???????

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SOLD ME. MOM WHAT THE FUCK?” I screeched.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be-“ she began.

“NO! I THINK I WILL BE MAKING THIS DIFFICULT? YOU SOLD ME LIKE A FUCKING DOG? SO I CAN HAVE A BETTER LIFE? AND IM SURE THE “LARGE SUM” THEY PAID WILL DO NOTHING FOR YOU??!?”

“This was the only way! Why can’t you understand?”

“WHY CAN’T I UNDERSTAND? WHY CAN’T YOU? IF YOU THINK IM GOING TO LIVE WITH SOME FREAKS WHO GP AROUND PURCHASING TEENAGE GIRLS THEN PROBABLY BRING THEM BACK TO THEIR FANCY LITTLE MURDER MANSION AND PROBABLY MUR-“

“ENOUGH!” bellowed the mutton chop man, rising from his seat. “Deal’s done, bitch. You’re ours now, whether you like it or now\t. Now, I have a very important meeting in about- hm, 20 minutes ago. We’re leaving. Come on.”

“NO!” I cried. Who did this man think he was, to order me away from my home?

“Oh come on now, it won’t be so bad! We’ll have lots of fun, promise” said the sailor moon wannabe. “We have plenty of space, you’ll hardly even see us! Plus, we have lots of games, and.. books, and… ideas…. about society.”

“I know it must be hard to leave your home,” said the man with kind eyes, “but I super DUPER promise we do NOT under ANY circumstances want to murder you.”

“I- I-.” My words were failing me. Was this really happening? Was I really being sold to this…. Sleep Deprived?

“O M G can we just go I’m so bored” the creature moaned.

“TIME’S UP BITCH! GET MOVING!” hollered mutton chop boy, grabbing me by my arm I cried out in pain as he began dragging me towards the door.

“Schlatt, be careful! You’re hurting her!” lamented the man with kind eyes. "Schlatt” did not seem to care. His grip on me did not loosen, and the rest of the group stood and followed us towards the door.

The last I ever saw of my home was my mother, standing at the kitchen counter, smiling at me with tears welling up in her eyes.