The Dwelling

Before the Dwelling; Evie

"Alright, beautiful. Just beautiful!" I could hear the photographer say, but was I really listening? No. This was all routine anyways. A few side shots here, some intimate photos there. They all want the same stuff. Striking young girls wearing tight clothes that almost reveal every part of their body, so they can sell it off as clothes. "Now can you bite you lip down and tilt your head?" 

"Sure." I mumbled. 't is not like my opinion even matters in this industry. And frankly, I don't even want to be a model. I was an aspiring actress, but the only roles I got were because I, and I quote, am "not a great actress, but who cares when I look like that." It's sick, the industry I'm in. I truly thought I had raw talent. But look where that talent got me. Alone with perverted photographers, wearing the most intimate clothing I would ever in front of a man. I can see the ways they look at me. And I can also see the rings on their fingers. But that never stopped nobody to make some slight forward comments.

The only true reason i'm continuing like this is because I still have hope. And no, not the actress part. I've lost that awhile ago. But maybe one day i'll be able to find my family.

One day, I tell myself. Maybe i'll see them, and they will have a good enough excuse for leaving me on the side of the road. Or maybe, they were coming back from the hospital when they went to a bathroom break and completely forgot about me left me in a box because I was new, and its easy to forgot about something new.

Anyways, it's all just fantasy talk. I just have to learn to accept my fate. Spending my days with rich conceited people. Yes, I was adopted. At age 8. By the most snobbiest, self-centered jerks in Jackson, California.

But that will all change. Tomorrow is my birthday. And its not just any birthday, its my 18th. My freedom. My salvation. I already have all my bags packed and stored where my adoptive parents can't find. Tomorrow at the last minute i'm going to take money out of my card, so I can get the hell away from this place. And I can be my true self.