Prologue I could feel the blood dripping from my forehead as an unknown figure lifted me from the floor. I would have protested, but I was too weak. No matter how hard I tried, my arms and legs refused to move. Suddenly, gravity kicked in as I felt the person forcefully drop me into what I think was a pile of trash. They're trash, just like empty beer cans and dirty syringes. No matter how many people insist that I am a strong, independent woman, I still believe I am the scum of the earth. I chose this lifestyle, but I refused to accept the consequences that came with it. When I was fifteen my life had taken a completely wrong turn. I can't blame anyone but myself for the path I chose. Sure, both of my cruel and abusive parents died in one of their drunken escapades, and my other extremely religious family members refused to accept me because I was "too sexy" for my age, but c 'there were other jobs available for a girl of that level. a vulnerable age. I could have continued studying, worked part-time, maybe in a grocery store, saved my money until I had enough to buy a guitar, learn to play it, and eventually become a guitarist like I always dreamed of. But no, I had to try too hard, so I decided to become a stripper and drug dealer. Even though I learned to play the guitar, that was simply a hobby. The other two were my full-time jobs. It's a shame that I was already too far along to get out of it, no matter how many negative things people said to me about it. They would later prove me wrong, as all the terrible things they said would happen finally came true. Persecuted? Check.Overdose? Check. Raped? Check. More than thirty times, actually. Murdered? Well, we'll just have to wait and f... middle of paper......and sister starving? Well, apparently when I'm high, I won't stop until I get what I wanted. Therefore, I annoyed the hell out of her until she let me go to Jon's house to eat. When I got there, you wouldn't believe what I saw. Move forward. Guess what it is. If you didn't say Jon was making out with another girl, then you're dead wrong. I had no right to be jealous, since we weren't even dating, but I did and I wanted to rip her hair right out of her vagina. Unfortunately, I didn't. All I did was sit and watch, waiting for it to finish so I could get something to eat. Jon pulled away and looked at me, then took the food waiting for me from the refrigerator. Then he continued to kiss her again. While you might think I've officially lost it, I haven't. Just because he had a girlfriend, didn't mean I couldn't be his girlfriend too.