Fade's POV:-

It's hard to believe it's been 1 and a half week in this misery. I've been gone to so many parties wearing inappropriate dresses. I don't know what life will turn out to be ahead. This has gone out of control. Today I couldn't control myself, I cut myself with the same blade that I was going to cut myself with.

Blood dripped down my arms and my thighs. It was hard to watch but it was pleasurable torture for myself. I hate being this weak not doing anything for myself. So many men have seen my body, I feel disgusted with myself. One of them even called me a whore just because I didn't want to have sex with him. Is it really my fault? While thinking and talking to myself, figuring out my life I passed out on the bathroom floor with blood pooled around me.

When I woke up again I was still in my bathroom. 'Wow', I thought to myself, nobody really cares. No one even came to check up on me. It was around 1am, and today I had to go visit someone as well, I think it's a party. I got up and decided to clean the bloody floor, it wasn't a lot of blood but it was a spotch of red. After cleaning, I made myself a warm bath. I hopped in, the water immediately relaxing my muscles.

Coming back in my room, I wore my night robe and turned off my lights. I slept with a million thoughts on my mind.

I was in a dark alley way looking towards an endless darkness when a figure came into view 'Hey baby, my sweet baby', I saw someone speaking to me. 'Mom?', I yelled out. How?

Wait how is my mom there? Wait what? 'Sweetheart you've grown up so much', she carressed my cheeks and smiled at me until her smile turned into a frown and she spoke, 'Baby, run before it's too late, run before it's too late. Run away while you can'. 'What?' Run? But where? 'Mom!' When she stopped she finally faded into the darkness of the night and left me there all alone. 'MOM!'

"MOM!", All of a sudden I woke up with sweat trickling down my face and my breathing uneven. I looked around and I was still in my bed. I looked at the clock wall and it read '4:40' am. When my breathing finally came back to normal I decided to go to sleep again. It was hard as fuck but I finally gave in a dreamless yet comfortable sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, it was around 7. I decided to stay in bed for a while because it was pretty cold. Sighing I looked at the ceiling with no emotion.

My face was completely stoic and I just blankly stared up. I didn't want to cry I mean I couldn't even feel anything nor could anyone make me I guess. Today was another day, another chapter of torture.

Was it me or does today feel a little better? I don't know why I feel like that yet I have to go dancing and become a slut. I don't call myself a slut but if everyone calls me that, then that's what I am.

I have so many bruises on my arms and legs, not because I cut them but because some men are wild. They don't respect women. What happened last time, ugh I can't forget it.

Men don't respect women at all. He was a 60 year old man who I was supposed to pleasure. Like what the hell? why would you want a 18 year old to satisfy you? Isn't you're wife enough? I bet she actually left you because you couldn't satisfy her and came here to have sex with 18 year olds.

Mr. Herberson has made me work in a club, it's like a part time job where another girl works and guess what her age might be? She is literally 16. The thing us her age is written different in the clubs registration form.

But you might wonder, where do the money go which I earn everyday? I every single day, earn at least a 500$. I sell my body for 500$, it isn't really what I want but I have to do.

This money is taken by my owner. He uses it to buy and sell drugs like a lot of them. One time I begged him not to touch me because I wasn't feeling good that time and he being drunk ripped off my clothes and forced himself inside me. It's been a week, and I don't know what to do.

It was already 8, I hadn't even noticed when I got out the bed and into the cold bathroom to take a shower and to dress good. I mostly wear comfortable clothes and wear those inappropriate one's when I visit someone or someone visits here. Most of my dresses mostly get torn or they they just I don't know take a trip to Bahamas.

These men are mosly drunk so they don't care about anyone and treat women like toys use them and literally kick them out the room. That's what happens to me most the time. I just don't cry or breakdown because I don't really feel anything anymore these days.

It's gotten so much that I don't even acknowledge what I eat in a day. I don't really have a phone so I can't really contact anyone. I miss Massie so much these days, she would always be there for me in the hard times.

While brushing my hair, I realised something standing in front of the mirror. I had a dream where I saw my mom. I mean I don't really remember what she looked like but somehow I knew it was her. She talked or said something about running away. What did she mean by that? Running from where?

Should I?