I wanted a new iPhone, I wanted more phone cases, I wanted more jewelry. Me at 15, just wanted more. Me at 16, wants freedom. My boyfriend was perfect, my boyfriend bought me stuff, my boyfriend was popular. My boyfriend was in a gang. My room was one wall pure chalkboard, my room had a huge bed, my room was pink. My room now is a cell. My life was happy, my life was all about cheer, my life was so innocent. My life now is a living hell.