I keep my underwear until they go from a pristine white to a dingy eggshell. I am really just an average girl. The family musician, an artist of sorts, that is, until I ran away.
Why would I run away, you ask? I was stuck. Not between a rock and a hard place, but between two walls that were slowly shrinking inward, sure to crush me if I didn't step out of the way. I ran away from prejudice I was too cowardly to face. I was such a coward that I was sleeping in an alleyway instead of cuddled up in my bed.
The alley wasn't that bad until the bar let out. Drunk men poured out of this back exit, flooding the alley way. Most of them left me alone, but a few kicked at me. I wiggled, my hair smearing around the dirt, and one man pounced.
He picked me up, cradling me, then stood me up. He ripped down my skirt with his dirty hands, popping the zipper as he pulled on it. I stayed pinned in my underwear as he fumbled with his belt. He rough upped my breasts as his pants slid to the ground.
"Such a pretty little thing." His voice grumbled as he pulled off my shirt. I stood there in my almost eggshell undergarments, shaking like a leaf. He did unspeakable things to me and ran off with my clothes.
I curled up in the alleyway and waited until morning for someone to find me.