"Good night little sausage"
My mother whispered as she wrapped me up tight and snug in a little plastic packet with my 7 brothers and sisters.
"It's cold tonight"
She warned me, closing the refrigerator door.
I was woken by the sound of sizzling and the smell of burning oil. The door opened.
"Mum!"
I screamed, as five dirty finger nails tore my bedding open and dragged my sister away from me.
But mother was nowhere to be seen. And the fingers were coming back for more.