Damaged Angle Child

My name is Amanda Clayton an here is my story Iam 15 an i live on the streets of NewYork City. Most say its no place for a child, but anything is better then home with mother an her drunk boyfriends. Its been a year since i ran away an mother is probabilly going crazy not because im gone, but because she cant sell me for drugs or pimp me to some guy for money. The sad thing is my life now is not to much different. I guess its less painful when you are selling yor self to survive. Every night out here gets harder an colder but i cant go back to being mothers whore i would rather die.So i go on being the young women Iam at least thats what the tricks call me before they take me away to do what they wish with me. I tryed having a pimp his name was Dolla he was good to me at first , but after a while i was more like his personal punching bag. If i didnt bring him 1500 dollars a night i would get beaten an put out too sleep in the cold. I remeber one night i made it i was so happy i just knew i would be able to go inside eat a hot meal an sleep in a warm bed. That was not the case when i gave him the money he sent me back out an said a hoes work is never done, he slapped me for questioning him an sent me back to the streets. that night i almost lost my life. I knew i should have ran away the moment he didn't keep his word. But he was the closes thing i had to some family and i couldn't let go of that.I stood on that corner for hours no one stopped so when a car finally did pull up I was relieved just to get off my feet for a minute they hurt so bad from the heals an the walking for hours. when i got inside of the black BMW a white blond haired man with thick black framed glasses was inside his sky blue eys beamed through the leins of his glasses. he was a skinny man with lil cut muscles just right for his body.He asked me if i wanted to have a good time and a ran the scripted line i told them all including the prices an the place where we could go . This guy said his his name was Sam an that we should go to his place where i we could be more relaxed as he rubed my leg. I knew i shouldn't go but i thought his warm bed an maybe some food so i went . when i got there he he poored me some wine, only later would i fine out it was druged with a knock out drug. He had his way with me an then when i came to an realized what was going on i tryed to leave but he snatched me by my hair an said i tell you when to leave. for the next 48hours i was beaten an raped as sam pleased it was wasn't until he was so tired he fell into a drunk sleep an i excaped. I knew I couldn't go back too Dolla because he would beat me fo being gone so long no matter what i said happen. So i went to the ally where most homeless people live. At least i could crawl in a corner an be safe.I was in so much pain from the beatings i could have past out, but i couldnt go to the hospital because they would trun me in i would have to go back like always. So i laid there for a few days wrapped in some dry cardbord to keep warm an rested. For weeks i just wondered the streets an corners truning tricks here an there to eat an clean up. You would think i would never turn another trick but I had to do what i had to do to survive an keep going. One day I met a kid just like me her name was jessica she was almost 17 an had been on the streets for almost three years. She knew the ropes she showed me where the shelters were an told me where i could get free clothes an food, and if got there on time i could even sleep inside. Iam now at least seeing the lite to life an if i keep applying myself maybe i will get a real chance at life one day.

Signed Dearly

Amanda A Damaged Angel