Angel took one last look at himself in the mirror... He looked at his tired reflection. He hated his appearance. He looked and was the cheap whore no one liked...
'Worthless...
Slut...
You're such a disappointment... Just like dad said...
Drug addict... There's nothing redeeming about you...'
The voices in his head continued to echo in his head until he couldn't handle it.
Angel decided to go out to the local bar and drink away his sorrows for the night. He put on his favorite drag outfit and dolled himself up with makeup to make himself feel better about himself.
Angel look at the mirror and made himself a fake smile
It looks good enough... No one will even notice...
The second he made it to the bar the stench up sweating bodies and alcohol filled his senses
He made his way to the bar and smiled at the bartender getting his fake flirty persona out.
...
...
~Next Day~
Angel woke up in a daze. He got up suddenly and started slightly shaking. He had a horrible nightmare...
He looked around the room suddenly realizing he wasn't in his room.
'Where was he?'
He felt something shift next to him. It was an old client...
He suddenly remembered what happened...
~Flashback~
Angel drunkenly smiled and was dancing with no care in the world...
That was until he was grabbed from behind and pushed into a room by a person that seemed familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it...
He sobered up and started struggling and screaming for help... But this was hell... of course, no one would ever help...'
That night... That... bastard...he...
Angel started scrambling to get his clothes on and he ran away to the hotel.
He frantically ran past Charlie on the way in.
She looked at Angel worried and tried to speak to him, but He just tried to run away. That was until Charlie blocked the way and the sudden image of the man blocking the door and smirking at him creepily... as if he knew he had his prey in his grasp...
"Get away from me!!" Angel yelled terrified and shaking uncontrollably. He suddenly pushed Charlie out of the way roughly and ran upstairs to his room not bothering to take the elevator.
As he made it to his room he slammed the door shut and slide down the door defeated.
He hugged himself and started rocking himself back and forth. He could feel the mans hands... as they trailed across his body as his screams were muffled and his cries fell upon deaf ears.
He got up and walked towards the shower. As the boiling hot water soaked him completely he hugged his knees close to his chest. He didn't care about how the water burned him, how much he scrubbed where the man had touched until it hurt, or how much the new cuts on his wrist stained the water...
He didn't care... He just wanted to wake up to a world where he wasn't hated, a place where his family loved him, he just wanted to wake up feeling completely fine. He wanted to wake up to a world where he didn't hate himself and to a world where he could learn to finally love and appreciate himself enough to never of let himself sink low enough to let their words hurt them as much as they did...
