I'm 18 . My name is Ryan . My parents are fucked up drug addicts , who couldn't afford their addiction . So they sold me . To the prostitution industry . Now . I'm at a new house , and I'm wearing what I was assigned . But the boy hasn't done anything , but give me a glass of water . A robe . And some respect . He said his name is Diego .

"Someone's gonna treat you the way you deserve , but that person can't be me . I'm sorry"

i'm not afraid to die