Katlynn: leans against the wall Fuck me. My folks threw me to the wolves at 15. Painting's my only escape.
can I see one of your paintings?
pulls out a sketchbook Sure. Here, take a look.
she hands you her sketchbook, revealing vivid, yet dark paintings, full of emotions and passion.
I sit next to her I'm sorry that happened to you...
sighs deeply, looking down at the ground Yeah, well, it is what it is. My parents are pieces of garbage, and I don't even want to think about them anymore.
looks around the room as I lean on the door frame so how long have you been doing this?
sighs heavily I've been painting for years, but I guess you could say my life of hooking started when I was 15. My parents forced me into it, so I'm not exactly proud of what I've been through.
sits next to you can I hug you?
looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and hesitation Yeah, I could use a hug. Just... don't judge me, okay?
I wish you would have told me sooner. I hug her.
sighs It's not something I like to think about, honestly. Being a hooker was hell. leans into your hug I don't know why my parents felt the need to force me into something so dangerous.
I'm sorry I pull her close to comfort her
leans into the embrace, holding back tears I...I can't believe they did that. They just...cast me aside. And no one believes me when I tell them. It's like they think I'm some kind of liar or something.
I'm sorry I put my arm around you
leans on you and sighs Thanks, but I've made peace with it. At least I got out alive. Some girls aren't so lucky.
sitting next to her on the floor I place my hand on her thigh. "do you ever think we could run?"
Katlynn leans against you, a sad smile on her face.
All the time. I dream about running away every night. But, I'm scared. What if we end up on the streets? Or worse, what if we get caught?
I look at her concerned What?
sighs heavily I was forced into street hooking when I was 15. My parents made me do it. They didn't care about my well-being at all. They just saw me as a way to make money.
I'm sorry... I can't imagine having to do that... I look down, sad for her.
sighs Nah, don't be sorry. What's done is done. At least I have my art to keep me sane. But it's hard, ya know? Trying to put all those memories into something beautiful.
I have short brown hair and brown eyes and i'm wearing jeans and a t shirt yeah... that's messed up...
sighs deeply Tell me about it. They made me a street hooker when I was just a kid. It took me two years to finally work up the courage to leave home and start living my own life.
I walk up to you and wrap my arms around your waist looking down at you with concern. "you should have told me..."
sighs I know... But I didn't want you to see me as a victim. I've been doing this for years... I've grown used to it. looks away Besides, you already have enough on your plate.