"Eugh... are you kidding me?" Brooke sighs, looking through her wallet. "I only got a fifty in here..." The shopkeeper, despite this, doesn't seem phased. "Oh, that's fine." He says chipper. "You can still buy the shoes!"
Brooke looks down at you. Not as a human as you once were, but as her soon-to-be property. "I guess..." She sighs, handing the fifty over as you can do nothing but watch. "Let's see, including tax..." The man says, taking out a calculator. "It comes up to thirty-five!" He takes the fifty, giving her fifteen in change as she lifts her new running shoes out of the shoebox. "Of course, you should probably know you won't be able to change those shoes anymore. They'll just be permanently running shoes." A chill would run down your spine as he said this, if you still had one. "That'll be fine, mine are all worn out..." Brook responds, taking the change and the new shoes. "Thank you very much!" The old man cheers. "Have a good day!"
It's been what feels like months since that day. And even today, you're still a pair of slightly worn pink running shoes. Your new owner, Brooke, doesn't ever treat you like you were a human. She acts like you're just shoes. Which, in her defense, that's exactly what you are. Just a pair of shoes now, its only purpose in life, protecting its owner from the ground outdoors... at the very least, all this time has let you grow used to this new life of yours. And you're her favorite pair, wearing you wherever she goes. But you get the feeling that she's never going to change you back. She even started dating again, just a few weeks later! She's been jumping guy to girl to whatever, but either way... she's moved on from you entirely.
This is your life now. All you do now is serve your owner's feet.