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by Seraphina Looking in the mirror, it made her sick to see everything that she loathed, staring back at her through the eyes of a child. She had had ambitions, starting out as dreams but remaining that way, no matter how hard she tried to live them. Now she was just nothing, one of the many nobodies with nothing to do but stay alive and go to any measure to do so. She had had to grow up all too quickly, living an existence that wasn't even fit for a dog. Fer face was a lie, giving her the appearance of one much older. Skin a sickly grey, dark around sunken eyes, the eyes of a child. Night was her time, a time of all work and no play:well no play for her anyway. Her clients sure looked upon it as play. Her living quarters, not fit enough to pass even the slackest of inspections, was her office. That was what made it even harder, not being able to separate what made her feel so sick, from the only time she could relax. The memories would always be there, along with the smell. The smell of the cheap perfume, the alcohol, the sweat, the sex. The sex! God how she hated it. Night after night of unholy unions that she wished she could forget but could not. It was her life, and she was her only friend. Her family had disowned her along with her friends. Now all she had was herself but that was the least of her worries. She lived and that was all, watching the lives of others through the eyes of a child, wondering why it had to be that way but never finding an answer. She knew it was a dangerous existence but she also knew that she wouldn't be missed when it got the better of her. Tears leaked form the eyes of a child. No one would care, care that she had been born of a mother, had been given a name, had loved and had been loved, had actually been a somebody, had once lived a happy life. She wiped her eyes dry, the eyes of a child. Talk back to me will you, you little whore. Slap! Dare to question me you slut. Slap! Think you can be choosy, Bitch. Slap! Strong fingers tightened around her neck, her thin, delicate neck. Yes, it was a dangerous existence. Life ebbed slowly from her small, frail body but she didn't, couldn't fight back. Fear showed in her eyes, the eyes of a child but then there was peace. The child prayed, prayed that whatever came after this would be better than the hell she was living in now. Darkness. POLICE REPORT NAME: Jane Doe AGE: 15-16? CAUSE OF DEATH: Natural SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES: None No one would care. |
