We find Sara sitting in a gloomy corner of room full of debris. The room is in a rundown abandoned building in a forgotten part of town. There’s nothing left of the beauty she once had the drugs have destroyed it. It was that beauty that got her in the first place; it made life to easy for her, it always got her what she wanted and made her fall that much harder.

      When the beauty started to fade and she was getting less and less modeling jobs she started using drugs to fight the depression. The drugs made her feel young again even if she didn’t look it. At first it wasn’t much a couple lines of coke a day, no big deal she thought. But soon enough it started taking more and more to take the pain away, she was hooked, and didn’t even know it yet.

      The transition to needles came quickly to Sara, she was willing to do anything to forget the pain and relish in the past. Soon her life saving was eaten up by her drug habit. So she turned to the easiest and fastest way to make money; selling herself. She never dreamed that her life would come to this. The shame of selling herself for drugs took her to rehab once. But the waiting list was so long that by the time they had an opening the shame wasn’t so bad anymore and she didn’t go.

      It didn’t take long for her to lose everything, she was living on and off the streets. What she once got a hundred dollars for she now was lucky to get twenty for. No more hotel rooms either, she now did her business in doorways or behind rubbish in dark alleys. More and more johns were getting away with not paying too, she was too weak and strung out to stop them.

      Her moments of lucidity were few and far between now, she tried hard not to let them happen they were filled with too much pain. It was far easier to be high and forget; forget everything she was and could have been. Her road was dark and full of misery; if there was a path into the light she didn’t see it.

      She had no friends they left when her beauty faded and her money ran out. Her family had forgotten her too, they were wrapped up in their own lives, they didn’t even know of the situation she was in. Time was running out for Sara but she was past caring, no one else cared so why should she. So she just kept running the vicious circle she’d been running for so long; sell her body to buy the drugs to get high and do all over again. She didn’t live anymore she just existed.

      When they finally found Sara sitting in that corner she’d been dead for over a week. A bum stumbled upon her looking for empty bottles to sell. It took a week for her family to come and claim her body, they were embarrassed by the cause of her death, it disgraced them to think that someone in their family died of an overdose.

      Now you can find Sara on a beautiful hill surrounded by other gravestones at peace at last. But still alone no comes to visit her, she is forgotten, no one wants to remember what brought her here.