Goodbye

Dirt

Kyles POV

My parents are dead.

Dad died on the streets.

Mom overdosed.

I was left all alone, except for Rachel.

I was running from the cops, hiding here and there.

She came out of nowhere.

She gave me home.

Gave me stolen clothes.

Asked her about money.

She said her body was currency.

She was only fourteen.

I was one year younger.

We were both broken.

Shattered pieces.

A mosaic of a cruel reality.

That no one ever sees.

Are you blind?

Thirteen and on the streets.

Fourteen and selling her body.

People try to use bleach to take out a stain.

People also use bleach to take away the pain.

Rachel stares at the money in her hand...she knows I'm watching from afar, but she doesn't care.

What? You know what I do? She blurts out.

Ever thought about turning in those men who paid you when you were younger? I ask her already knowing the answer.

She scoffs.

With what proof? Her voice is strained from tears she cries.

Before she was into adult movies.

She sold herself.

I wanted to be a doctor...she had whispered when we huddled together in a sleeping bag.

You can still be one...I murmured back.

Not anymore...I'm just dirt. And dirt just gets kicked on...she told me.

Dirt.

I'm just dirt.

And Anna was a flower that tried to grow...

But the dirt just kept getting kicked on.