I look over at the picture on the wall. It has a blue tainted flower on it with a sunset in the background. I wonder why sunsets are here, I wonder about who or what created them, and if there's something beyond what we can see making them. I wonder these kinds of questions all the time and I wish I didn't. I constantly over think things in my head until the point where I have a break down. The only thing that calms me is the song my mother use to sing to me when I was little. I don't know for sure what life is really all about. But who really does? No one knows for sure. My name is Penelope Jain Timberly. My life right now if rough but I'll redeem it soon. "Hey baby how much for the night?" A man said pulling up in a car. "One hundred for an hour. "What's your name?" "James, and yours is?..." James, I had a boyfriend named James once. It didn't work out... "Penney" Penney is the name I use when I'm working on the streets, I don't need to be traced back to the cops and have that kind of stress on me. I get in the car, strange loud music is playing in the back of the car, Off to a motel or some weird place. Instead of going to where I told them to go he locked the door. My heart is pounding so hard I wonder if they can hear it. He looks back at me in the mirror with a slight smirk on his face, almost like he likes the way i look terrified. You can tell by the satisfaction on his face this isn't the first time he's done this before. Well this isn't his lucky day because this isn't the first time this has happened to me. I pull out a 6 inch pistol out of my hand bag. A bag that seems so small sweet and cute shouldn't be over looked. I point it at him. "Unlock the fucking door, stay here and count to one hundred." Good, the tables have turned. I hold the gun with a steady grounded force. I run as far and as fast as I can.
