The horror. I can’t close my eyes without thinking about the pain. You use me then toss me to the side like common street trash. You are a monster.

            The horror. I can’t close my eyes without thinking about the pain. Abuse me and treat me like dirt, that’s fine. My family, on the other hand, was uncalled for. You took them and tortured them! A saw you throw them in that big drowning machine. You’re sick. You even threw soap on them while they were drowning just for your sick pleasure.  I thought the worst was over when I heard a “DING!” and you removed them from the machine.  Little did I know you only took them out to throw them in some sort of hotbox! I felt the heat as you opened the door and threw them in. As soon as the door shut I heard the rumble of spinning start in the interior of the machine. I can’t even imagine what was going on in there.

            The horror. I can’t close my eyes without thinking about the pain.  I lay sprawled on the floor. Trying not to cry, tears forming in my eye, feeling as if I will die. My hope is lost, my life flashes before my eyes. I see myself as a happy youth, freshly sewn. I see my wife and four kids being stitched, packaged together as a family, and heading to the store. I see him, the one they call Josh, picking us up and grabbing my children as well as myself. If only I knew then why he was trying to purchase us. Not to give us a home, but to abuse us. Every day we were living in pain.  Walking all over me, shoving me in sweaty, smelly, dark, tight places. Why did I have to be born a sock?

            The horror. I can’t close my eyes without thinking about the pain.  This is it for me. I am now a faded grey, not the jet-black I once was. My stitching is tearing, my elastic is worn, and I’m a shell of my former sock.  I see him approaching and I know it’s coming. He grabs me, balls me up and tosses me. As I’m soaring through the air I hear him yell “And it’s good!” right before I hit the bottom of the trashcan. My whole life can be summed up by my final moments, abuse.