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αℓєχ υ∂ιησν ஜ knows how to live with the pain (russiandoll) wrote in freedomtownic,

I don't care. I have nothing anymore. I betrayed all my friends, people are dead because of me. It doesn't matter if Amanda planted the seed, I let it grown...I thought it was me. How can I ever face them after that?

Listen to me, this is an appropriate ending to my story. I saw my father killed in front of me when I was thirteen, I was saved...but then I was sold into sex trafficking, I became addicted to drugs. I'm clean now, but it doesn't matter. The woman who saved me from the fire found me a few years later, living on the streets doing whatever I could for a fix. She got me clean, and told me about the people who killed my father. When she wouldn't let me join the fight, I tried to kill myself, she saved me again. She finally let me join the fight. And I betrayed her and everyone else. My fight is over, I just want peace.