Not long after Mr. Troll* showed me the closet, we went shopping. The Trolls* bought Princess* new beds for the room we now shared. They were white with gold trim, princess beds. By default, since I slept in the same room they allowed me to sleep in one of her beds. They now wanted to get her new sheets, blankets, etc., and we all went shopping. I saw and wanted the bright yellow ones because they were colorful and I wanted something to offset the horror of the Trolls. He told me that the yellow ones were a bad choice, blue went with the bed frames much better. “You made a bad decision because you are bad. You can’t trust yourself because you are bad and all of your decisions will be bad. Don’t even try to make any decisions.” He told me I could trust him because he knew what would be best for me.

When we got back to their house, he hit and shook me for the “bad decision” and trying to decide anything while I was bad. In the poisoned panic state afterward, Mrs. Troll told me to listen to him. “He wants what is best for you.” I hated them both, I hated the blue bed sets and I still wanted the yellow ones. I hated Princess for saying she liked the blue.