The Streetwalker

How a woman over came an amazing addiction to drugs and prostitution.....

So here I lay.Bound with what appears to be some kind of heavy restraints on my raw,bleeding wrists and ankles on the very starch like sheets I had been brought into this god forsaken world.The hospital meant to be a safe haven for the sick,where people come to get cured of there cronic ailments and leave feeling as tho they have the rest of there lives,only made me feel like mine was about to end.After ten years of living on the streets,putting what ever I could crush up into powder up my nose,and offering my self worth to men at the cheap price of a bottle of the lowest grade wine,this is where I had ended up.I dont remember the circumstances as to how I had arrived here in the Hospital.Only that I  must have put up one hell of a fight.My sweat drenched,unbrushed for days hair was now clinging to the sides of my face,my finger nails felt as tho they had been ripped from the fleshy skin beneath and glued back on. I had a burning sensation in my stomache area that felt like my groin  had been dipped in battery acid and left to eat my ovaries from the inside out. I could feel the warmness of my blood dripping off my cold,weather beaten skin.It was some what comforting in a way to know that I still had something left in my body to shed to the outside world after holding everything inside for so long,bleeding out wasnt so bad.I had felt so much pain in my ten years of life on the streets that I had learned very well how to block it out.I was awakend from my state of shock as the nurse had returned to my bedside with numerous medical instruments that she neatly layed out onto the stainless steel table beside me.She informed me the doctor would be in shortly to see to my treatment,and she scurried back out into the hallway.I tried to holler out to her to explain to me why I was here but no sound came out  at all,only a low sounded hiss escaped from my barely parted, swollen lips.After what felt like hours,but was merely minutes the doctor entered the room and anounced his name.He told me to lay still and explained to me in a pity saken way that I had been raped,and was lucky that I had escaped with my life.I knew from experiance of the streets that he was right because like so many prostitutes before me,there fate had been sealed in a black body bag and shipped to the morgue.Was I lucky,or would I have been better off?I am a 26 year old prostitute and mother of two beautiful growing children that I have been forbidden by law to see, who is now coming down off her high of free based  heroin,I am bound to a bed because I was still fighting my attacker even as police and medical emergency crew arrived to load me into the ambulance,and I have been stripped of the only control I thought I had left in me.The power to possess men with my charm and sexual appeal for money had been robbed.I was a prostitute,and have now three beautiful children that I care for every day,a husband I cherish and a life that has somehow after much pain,made me far more gratefull to feel joy.This is my story..........

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