Love or Money?

The Truth will come out

It was an usual afternoon for me. I was walking through the streets of my new Hometown Huntington Beach and was looking for my dinner. I wasn’t that lucky that had a bed where I could sleep or lovely parents that cared for me. It was a long time ago when I lost them during a car accident on Christmas Eve. We were on our way to my uncle when my dad lost the control of the car and crashed against a tree. The doctors told me everything later and that I probably had a guardian angel watching me since I just got a few marks on my arms and legs. But that day changed my life in total.
As soon as I could leave the hospital some people brought me to the orphanage, the place that would be my new home. I know that all these kids had suffered the same as me but I didn’t want to play with them or have anything to do with this. I was sitting all the time in my corner and wished that my parents would pick me up any seconds. When you are just 6 years old you couldn’t accept that your parents died while you are still on this earth. Though I realized it after some weeks when they still didn’t show up. But even then I distanced myself from the others, played with the puppet that I had with me during the car accident. The only thing that got left from all my precious life.
I couldn’t be living anymore in my huge nursery or swimming in our pool in the garden.

Instead of something to eat I saw a huge flyer on the wall. A promotion for an Avenged Sevenfold concert for tonight. I had heard a lot about this band and listened to their music when I was close to some bars. They really had a good tune and I wondered how it would be when I would see them live. I knew some ways how to sneak into the venues. Since I was living on the street I had some good sources. And I wanted to go to that concert. No matter how much this would cost.

“Here she is my deathbat, Amanda” I heard some evil laughing behind me.

Brandon. He was one of my best friends on the street and really helped me through a very bad time. Not only that he gave me shelter in his own little camp on the beach, he was showing me a few tricks to survive on the street. We always had to fight to survive, run away from the police or just have to deal with people glancing at us. You really couldn’t be a sensitive little girl because if you care so much about what other people might think of you, you would ruin yourself.
I had to admit that I was already thinking on the opportunity to kill myself. I really had enough of seeing all these happy people with their families, spending time with their friends or just have a great life with a job. While other people had jobs I had offered my body for sex. Yes I once worked as a prostitute, just to get money to buy some new clothes. I got sick of living in the same clothes every day damn day, week and year. For one little second I wanted to be the little princess again how my daddy once called me when I was wearing the little pink dress. I hated it but I was making them happy and now I wish I wouldn’t have thrown bad words at them.

“I want to get there” I pointed at the dark poster that was plastered only with their logo.

“I might know how you can go even backstage” he leaned against the wall glancing at me.

“That would be even better” I smirked.

“Just let me do my job. You don’t have to care about the tickets or something to dress. A friend owns me some favor and he is working for a good fashion label. You would look like a queen” he brushed my hair away.

I knew that Brandon was loving me. He probably would be the only one that would throw himself in front of a bullet, just to save my life. But I didn’t answer any of his feelings. Brandon was a great friend and I appreciated anything he did for me and I didn’t want to miss him anymore but for me there couldn’t be more than just a friendship.

“Now I owe you something” I kissed his cheek before I went down the Main St. again.

~*~

Hours passed without something happening. Brandon wasn’t still coming ‘home’ and I already watched the sunset. The concert would probably begin in one or two hours and people would enjoy their metal show. Lucky people and I hoped that I would get the opportunity one day.
While my face was turned to the sun my thoughts were wandering through my alternative future. Where would I be now when my parents would be living and if I could have followed my dream career: tattoo artist. With some of the money I got myself some tattoos. I know I should probably have brought food or something else with it, but the pain that you had in getting a tattoo done was helping me to ease my own pain.
A grating door was getting me back to the reality and I saw Brandon beaming all over. I just had to count one and one together that he succeeded in his plan for tonight.