**Trigger Warning**Diary Entry — August 18th, 2006


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.

**Trigger Warning** Diary – February 25, 2006


I wish I could have friends. I’m only allowed out at night to go to the all night bodegas to do beer runs and to run drug packages or check on my mother’s ‘girls’ to make sure they’re doing their job and not trying to steal from her.

Tonight I met Gerard. He is one of my mother’s ‘friends’. He gets me more than the rest and I hate him. But I don’t have a choice. As much as I’d rather be in bed recuperating from being beaten bloody, I’m terrified that I’ll end up dead. I wanted to die, going through all of this, but I have a plan in my head that hopefully will happen soon. Freedom is so close I can taste it. Here’s hoping it works.


**Trigger Warning** Diary Entry – March 19, 2005



Yet another night of entertaining my mother’s “friends”. Why can’t she have normal FEMALE friends that don’t want to abuse and have sex with her thirteen-year-old daughter?  I want to know soooo badly why she does this. What made her this way? But the last time I asked her, I got beat so bad I couldn’t walk or do anything for her friends for almost a week. It’s sad to say that I’d rather have that happen then to have males of different ages abusing my body for their sexual depravity.


**TRIGGER WARNING*** Diary entry July 21, 2004

Pic by Anemone123

Why? Why me? Three men I had to entertain tonight. THREE. I’m TWELVE YEARS OLD. Why does homeschooling have to be a thing? I need help and have no way of getting out of this. Why is my mother like this? How could someone be so evil and put her child through this? Maybe something will happen soon — to her or me, i don’t care anymore at this point — because then it will end.