Not mine. But you already knew that. I hope you like it. R&R.

"Hello, Mister. What can I do for you today?" I asked the man who came to my 3 o'clock slot. They always told me what they wanted and I always did what they asked with a smile on my face. I had no other choice. Luckily, they all asked for basically the same thing. Sex. Sure, there were different ways to do things but that's what it all came down to.

You see, I became a prostitute at the tender age of eleven. The world has hardened me and I no longer wish to get out of this life. I could care less now. Nothing matters to me. There was a time when I wished some gallant prince would come rushing to my rescue and take me home to be with him forever, no matter how scandalizing my past. I've grown out of that dream. I realize that I am not even good enough for the poorest of men. I am practically trash. Beautiful trash, sure, but trash nonetheless.

I had given up on ever getting out of the business of my own free will. I figured I would retire when I was too old to be wanted anymore. That's when I would live my life the way I wanted to. Until then, I suffer through the days, waiting for my time to come.

There were times when I wished I would just die already. I wouldn't have to live with who I had become. It could all be over. I would never have to face another lying, cheating man again. I would finally be on my own.

Unfortunately I got a different way out of this Hell. His name was Edward Cullen and I despised him.