PrologueI could have felt the blood flowing from my forehead as an unknown figure lifted me from the ground. I would have protested, but I was too weak. Despite my best efforts, my arms and legs refused to move. Suddenly gravity kicked in as I felt the person violently drop me into what I thought was a pile of trash. I'm trash, just like empty beer cans and dirty syringes. No matter how many people have insisted that I am a strong, independent woman, I still believe that I am the scum of the earth. I chose this lifestyle, but refused to accept the consequences that came with it. At fifteen, my life had completely taken a turn for the worse. I can't blame anyone but myself for the path I chose. Sure, both of my cruel and abusive parents died during one of their drunken escapades, and my other extremely religious family members refused to accept me because I was "too hot" for my age, but there were other jobs available for a girl at such an age. a vulnerable age. I could have continued my education, worked part time, maybe at a grocery store, saved my money until I had enough money to buy a guitar, learn to play it and eventually become a guitar player like Me. always dreamed of. But no, it was way too much effort I had to put in, so I decided to become a stripper and drug dealer. Although I learned to play guitar, it was just a hobby. The other two were my full-time jobs. It's a shame that I was already too far gone to get out of it, no matter how many negative things people said to me about it. Later, they would prove me wrong, since all the terrible things they claimed were going to happen ended up happening. Hunted? Check. Overdose? Check. Raped? Check. More than thirty times, in fact. Murdered? Well we'll just have to wait and damn... middle of paper... my sister is starving? Well, apparently when I'm high, I won't stop until I get what I wanted. Therefore, I annoyed her until she let me go to Jon's house to eat. When I got there, you wouldn't believe what I saw. Pursue. Guess what it is. If you didn't say that Jon was making out with another girl, then you are completely wrong. I had no right to be jealous, since we weren't even dating, but I did, and I wanted to tear it up. her hair straight out of her vagina. Unfortunately, I didn't. All I did was sit and watch, waiting for him to finish so I could eat something. Jon pulled away and looked at me then took out the food waiting for me from the fridge. Then he began to kiss her again. Although you might think I've officially lost it, that's not the case. Just because he had a girlfriend doesn't mean I couldn't also be his girlfriend..