"5 years ago... I was desperate for money. I would've killed for money. Damn... I'm still surprised I didn't. Having to adapt in the scum that I had to. Gothic City. That's the slums of this whole country. Drug trade. Rape. Forgery. Arsony. Prostitution. I hate to admit I was in the middle of it all.
"To survive... I had to adapt. Do things I wouldn't do today. I lost count of how many men I slept with. How many filthy S--theads who I sold my body to - scums. The money they left at my bedside table before we begun the dead. Heh, I didn't even know most their names... not even their ages. They all just disappeared.
"Mother... would you have done the same. Was I wrong to do so? Was it wrong for me to sink to that level? Would you have rather I died clean? I always ask myself those questions... and then I realise... no one else is. Everyday when I pull against that string... when I take the life of an animal.
"Father.. loving father... do I take advantage of your forgiveness? Do I bathe in your kind heart? That's when I realise if I were... then I wouldn't be asking myself those questions. A wh@re... that's what some people called me. Hell... how far did I sink... how deep down under.
"A fragment of my life I'll never forget... one I never would be able to forgive myself fore. Maybe I've changed... maybe I've become different. But I stole. Slept with men I didn't even know. Father. Mother. Help me."
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