So I made this mistake last time and tried to write too many stories last time I did this on a regular basis, but I can't help myself! So I hope you like it.

Summary: Rose was abandoned as a child and after that, a horrible chain of events came upon her. She switched from foster home to foster home until she finally gave up and ran away at the age of 15. She became a junkie and rarely went to school and hung with the wrong crowd. How could anyone ever help her get her life back together? Would she even want that?

Chapter 1: Simple Man

RPOV

I was sitting on the abandoned couch in the alley way when the sleazeball came to talk to me.

I frequented the spot a lot. I felt connected to my little homey couch. It was abandoned, just like me. But, I try not to get too attached to things. After all they never stay.

So let's get back to the fat jackass who looked like his ass crack was sweating the Niagara Falls.

"How much?" He asked me.

"Fuck off."

"C'mon!" Jesus this guy looked like he was 50.

"Get lost before something bad happens."

He huffed and yelled a string of cuss words at me as he walked away.

"Right back at you ass hat!"

I sighed as I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. The burning in the back of my throat comforted me and I slowly blew the smoke into the air.

Its a bit poetic if you thought about it. Then again, Rose Hathaway doesn't do poetic.

Guys like him tend to come around a lot. Not that I blame them, I look exactly like what they're looking for. Sometimes I am what their looking for.

After a while, I realized break time was over and I walked back into the old dump. Beds went for miles and the smoke in the room made me feel hazy already. I played down at my station and that's when Jesse came in.

Rich white kid who didn't know where to throw his money. He was good looking so its not like it matters much.

It wasn't really the sex that got me going most of the time anyways. It was the needles that came with it.

The high came before we even got to the good part.

I went back outside to my lonesome couch, still a bit tripped out after the ride from inside. I sat on the couch for a second, my knees pressed up against my chest, hurting a bit from the rough bruises that had come from Jesse.

I didn't mind much, it was better when it was rough, and most of the time I couldn't feel it anyway.

I saw the man in the suit starting to walk towards me and I walked to the door and knocked three times to warn them. I sat back down on my couch, lighting another one just before he reached me.

I smiled as the familiar face came to view.

"Belikov, what a wonderful night to see your pretty face again."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you are always so pleased to see me when I pop up like this. "

"Who wouldn't be?" I blew out some more smoke."

"Shouldn't you be in school?" He sighed and I saw the obvious pity in his eyes.

"Overrated. They can't handle someone like me, anyway. So, what are you here for this time?"

"New stuff in the market, hoping you could give me some info."

"That's what I'm here for, Comrade."

He chuckled at the nickname I'd given him a while ago. "Well, if you must know, its a needle, really give you a buzz. Mixture of a bunch of stuff. Overseas is what I'm thinking. Can't promise you, though. And don't worry, you aren't going to find any in there." I said as I pointed to the door. "I've delayed you long enough. Not that you try very hard anyway. You sure you doing your job right?" He just shook his head.

"Thanks, Hathaway, I'll keep all of that in mind. Got anything else?"

"Big Benny has a doctors appointment tomorrow with Dr. sniffles, I'm sure you might find some action at his place." He nodded.

"Today's hit is Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd." He said. He tilted his head slightly in respect and I laughed as he walked off.

"Comrade, my offer still stands!"

"So does mine!" He yells back and waves without turning to look at me as he walks back down the street.

Daylight came faster than I wanted it to, and I grabbed the iPod and ran near a coffee shop that had some free WiFi in it. I went on YouTube and typed in the name of the song he'd given to me.

The lyrics kept flowing through my head as the tears began to fall. I slid down against the lonesome wall until I was sitting in a defeated position.

Oh, take your time, don't live too fast.

Troubles will come, and they will pass.

You'll find a woman, and you'll find love

And don't forget,son,there's someone up above

I silently cried into my knees through the whole song. My horridly done makeup which was already screwed up was running down my face and dripping on my nonexistent shirt.

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find someone.

Follow your heart, and nothing else.

You can do this, oh, if you try

All I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied.

I laughed at my stupidity. There shouldn't have been a meaning to any of this, to my life. If I were to die, that would be fine, no one would care. But each day I just keep wondering what song I would listen to, and all thoughts of my death would disappear. Its funny, how some stupid songs make me want to live through the day.

And be a simple kind of man

Oh be something you love and understand.

Baby be a simple kind of man

Oh won't you do this for me, son, if you can

He never stops coming. No matter what. Sometimes I'll have to wait until just a few minutes before midnight, bit he'll always come. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don't. Most of the time I have no idea what he's thinking, but I can see how he looks at me, and it kills me, and I don't know why.

Baby be a simple, really simple man

Oh be something you really love and understand.

Thanks for the birthday revelation, Comrade.

So I know the chapters really vague but, hey, gotta keep you guys wanting more, right? If you like it please review and tell me what you think!