She walks to the car and stares inside. A father of god, dressed in black, stares back lookin straight at her frontside. She looks around, keeping aware of her surrondings. "20 for head, 80 for the workings." The father pulls out a hundred, sets it right on the dash. The girl stares at it, hoping to spend it on some hash. She goes down, trying to ease the pain... she thinks of other things that happend before that day. Mother, 16, ***** in the back of a party. Test came back positive, she cried for hours. She decides to keep it, father ran out, shunned from the family... shes forced to have it in the bathroom.
Fast foward 10 years, young lady. Ahead of her time, the smartest in her family. At the age of 5 she was givin up, mother couldnt handle the presures of growing up. New family treats her right until one night, the new father forces himself upon her... she trys to fight. She wakes up to beating, saying she disrespected and must leave them. Shes put onto the streets, 15 years old no family. She turns to prostitution, its the only way she can think of surviving. An abused young women, beauty hidden beneath, hidden by the make up and bruises from the beatings. She keeps a positive additude, saying shell make it one day, as the a car pulls up and asks how much to pay. Perverts pull over, one at a time. A 15 year old used and abused, the cops dont bat an eye at the crime.
It comes back to present, she finshes the father up, takes the hundred and gets out the truck. She continues to wait on the corner, it starts to rain. She starts walkin home, smoking a dubbie to try and stay sane.
She lays in bed, contimplating her life, wondering if she should continue on... she holds the knife. She puts it to her throat and starts to cut, the sudden rush makes her queesy in her gut. She puts the knife down and smokes her bowl, the high helps her relax and be with her soul. She goes to sleep and forgets about today, her thoughts focused on tommorow, its a new day.
The cycle repeats forever and on, nothing ever changes, all these womens souls are gone. No hope, no one to stay, no one to sit with them and ask about there day. The girls stay alone forever and on, nothing ever changes for the lost ones.
Once again, very tired. Proably shouldnt post but its a bad take on my story taking writing, hopefully next try will be better... hopefully when im not tired. Thank you all