I don't know how I get into these messes. Wait, yes I do, at least, I remember with this mess. I forgot to eat. Again. It's a bad habit of mine, I don't eat.
I'm not saying I'm anorexic, not at all. No, I'm perfectly happy with most of my body. I use to be happy with all my body, but this one mistake made me hate part of it. Not like I could do anything about it though. Anyway, I just don't get hungry much, so I don't eat. So, back to the mistake.
I forgot to eat and I was cleaning. I hadn't eaten in three days, I think. I actually lost track. So, when mother dearest came to get me, and I tried to run, she caught me.
I suppose I should be happy that she can't kill her children, otherwise my half sisters would have been dead long ago, but she liked to torture her 'precious' little girls to help is 'learn'.
So, that's how I ended up with me hating part of my body, through Mummy's alone time with me. I really want to kill that b-tch, but that was going to he later on, after I was forced to eat.
I groaned at that thought as I stumbled to the nearest pay phone and called my sisters. They picked me up two minutes later after a short shading trip. They patched me up and let me rest, then shoved food down my throat, stopping soon after to make sure I didn't get sick from eating too much after starvation. Again. I really am trying to break that habit, it's just not easy.
Two days later, I was back on my feet, helping out around our business and cleaning. Two nights later, the thing I had been waiting for happened, the other shoe had dropped. The Winchesters and their angel walked in.