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Flash... He walked in with that gleam in his eye. The gleam saying, "If you don't give me what I want you'll be sorry." The gleam that I was too familiar with. I knew what that meant. He would have his way with me and then leave to go f*ck some hooker because in his words "You are my worst f*ck ever." If I was, why did he continue to come back for more? I know that I'm just a prize to show off to his friends just a flashy piece of jewelry...

I look at the other gang members. They think I don't know. They're afraid to look me in the eye. They're afraid that I'll see the guilt. But what they don't know is that I do know. I do see it.

Flash... I walked into the room where he was screwing my sister... How could he do that to her??? No... How could they do that to me??? You know what, F*CK him! I've put up with enough of his bullsh*t. I'm leaving.

Flash... He held the gun to my head saying that I wasn't leaving alive. Oh yeah you mother f*cker... I'm not leaving. Yeah right.

Flash... blood everywhere... it's not mine... it belonged to 'him'. I checked his pulse. Dead.

Flash...

I woke up with sweat dripping off of me. My T-shirt hung to me like a second skin. I pushed the covers off my body and climbed out of my bed. I've done good with the nightmares. This is the first one in about three months. I was finally away from that life. I moved to Orlando from the bad part of Los Angeles... Hell the bad part? To me all of it was bad.

I walked into the bathroom and got in the shower not even bothering to strip out of my clothes. I turned on the water and let it cascade down my sore tired body telling myself that everything was all right. I stood for awhile before getting out of my wet clothes. I put my hands against the wall and let my head hang enjoying the feeling of the water against my hot skin. After I washed my hair I climbed out of the shower and toweled off while I walked downstairs into the kitchen to try to find something to eat.

"Jeez, I need to get some food in this house," I said after trying but unsuccessfully getting food. Sighing I slowly walked back upstairs to try to get in a couple more hours of sleep before I had to get up and meet my friends for a party in honor of my turning 16 years old. I always hated birthday parties...

What's the big deal of having parties? It just shows that you're older that the year before. If you ask me they're just a big waste of time. I climbed into bed and set the alarm for nine a.m. Yawning I thought of my nightmares and fell into a restless sleep.

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