He hit me hard in the ear. My head was spinning, my ears were ringing, and I fell down. He threatened that if I went home, there would be problems for my relatives because he’s from the mafia and has friends in the police.
[Three weeks later] I grabbed my bag and made it to the corner of the building. I threw the sheets over the barbed wire. My arms and legs were all scratched. I walked through a field, and there a boy and a young man delivering pizza helped me.
For a while I was thinking I should take pills or hang myself. I was thinking about suicide. I’m from a good family, and I couldn’t accept that I could become a prostitute. If my relatives found out, there would be problems. We have enough problems in our family. I thought it would make things works. I didn’t want to make them ashamed of me, but it’s what happened. But my parents don’t know.
I’m not interested in anything. I don’t want anything. Whether I live or die, it’s all the same. I’m just existing.
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