Amanda Fenshaw,a nineteen year old girl who has been through a hell of a lot. Amanda or Mandy as she is commonly known was sat in the public park,in Rochdale,underneath an old oak tree.
The rain was pouring thick and fast around her,the leaves from the tree offering the minimal amount of shelter,but it was shelter nevertheless. There was a lake not far from where she sat and a grey path circling around it,before splitting into many different directions. The once luscious grass know turned into a massive mud bath,the water of the lake rising slightly from the rain dropping onto it,making rings of circles appear every millimetre you saw.
Amanda, wore skimpy clothes and black heels,which now sat to the left of her,ruined. Her once sandy blonde straight hair now plastered to her face. Her cheeks adorned tears which were hidden with the rain,run mascara was the only inclination of crying. Her glistening caramel orbs looked down,they had lost their sparkle and youth and showed what she had been through. Her knees now curled up towards her chest,her arms wrapped protectively around them, securing her from any danger.
But what lay underneath her clothes,fake smiles and fake hope were a vast arrange of scars,bruises and cuts. There was hardly an inch of skin that wasn't covered with these. She pays her price every night. After every client. This is what she deserved most thought;the price she had to pay for being a prostitiute.
should I carry on? Xx