3 days ago, I finally got out. Thanks to some connections Ive made through runs Ive made, and doing some things I’m not proud of, I got ahold of some pills that knocked my mother and the 3 men she had lined up for me. They made the mistake of letting me make their drinks tonight. After about 30 min, they were all passed out…..I took some money from her stash and I ran. Ran til my lungs felt like they were goin’ to explode. Met up with some friends I’d made on the streets and am now holed up in an old abandoned factory in another town. They don’t know my story, I don’t know theirs and that’s how its gonna stay. Soon as I was safe, chopped and colored my hair, changed my name, and was able to get some non-prescrip glasses. Got a bus ticket and am leaving for Seattle tomorrow. Can’t wait to start my new life.