I am a Shoe.

I came from an ordinary shop. The size of 6. Practically a girl's wearings. Not to mention the pink colored dye. They call me sneaker. One day, as usual, was hangin' out on the shelf with the others. obviously there are all kinds of me. Blue,black, red, high heels, boots etc. I'm a bit quiet usually. But on that day, a customer came into the store, rushing towards the assistant at the cashier. He seemed abit tensed and clumsy. The assistant lead him to us. Looks like he's looking for a shoe. He followed the assistant but not long enough he glanced at me and eyes widen. and soon, he picked me.Didn't expect i'd be a guy's shoe. But i'm 6 sized, usually average men dont have those feet.
Then again, i thought wrong. He fits me perfectly. He wore me immediately to..a restaurant? Oh! he works here. and I include in his uniform. pink shoes.. Its like a nice soothing cafe.. Maybe, hopefully my new owner will take care of me nicely.
SPLASH! ow! aaaand im covered in mud. and its raining. dont you have a car? or a bike atleast?? oh my god. you have a friend..where is he taking us? to a loud place with crowds and loud obnoxious music?. Is this what high heels told me about? a club?.
Hours later, your friend did not turned out to be your friend at all. Hence the evidence of you dancing by touching your body on to him and lips to lips. Owner..aren't you gonna use me the day after again?..in one day, you're breaking me apart.Rude! and irresponsible!. Your boyfriend's house is messy! it stinks!. my owner take me off and threw me on the floor separated from the other. well..at least you're not ruining my insides anymore..The couple went straight to a bedroom and hell I don't want to care about what they're doing. I just need some rest. I was exhausted that i didnt realize it was morning already. We left the house and finally go to owner's home. Maybe its his day off from work.
He grabbed me and washes me off gently in warm water. strange..after how he wore me yesterday. "sorry. i totally forgot you're my new shoe" I shrugged. Did he just speak to me??? Its not often for an owner spoke for his own things and belongings. Gettin' kinda emotional here. He then wiped me a little and dry me off under the sun. He made sure i am put on a safe spot so that nothing steal me or pee on me. how nice..
The next day, he goes to work. which is on Sunday . But this time he went straight home. Tired. kinda same as i feel. The routine continues except on saturday. The day off. He brought me to that club twice, but after that he managed to organize himself by bringing another pair of shoe that are well, more fitting for clubbing. So I just sit in his bag all night until we go home. I feel pleased and appreciated.
But day, by day, he wore me very often. My dye started to fade. I am easily tired and worse, the back of body is abit ripped.He sewed it a few times but after a few weeks it ripped again. He then continue to wore me more often plus he even started to wore me at the clubbing back again. This had made my condition even worse. Owner? Don't you care about me anymore?..
The next thing I know, I just got over my feelings and let owner do anything. Is this how it'll end like on every shoe? or every clothes?.. Months passed and as I had expected, I ended up in the dumpster.