A short (hi)story of Dawn to all who it concerns:

Growing up as an orphan for my parents disappeared when I was a baby, I am used to live on the hard side of life in the orphanage. As soon as I was old enough, I started searching my lost family. Only a small silver angel on a neklace might be a hint who I am searching for. Travelling far around as long as the money I was handed over at 18 lasted, Hathian was the city I was at, when I ran out of it.

Trying to find a job here with my school graduation not being acknowledged in this country seemed impossible. So there came the day the rent for my room was due and I had no money to pay for it. The landlord didn´t make a big story of it. Either I had to pay or I would have to live on the streets. In my desperation, I offered him to pay for the room in my bed. After taking advantage of me, he "generously" allowed me to stay and continue to pay likewise in future.

Having a roof above one´s head is fine.. but it doesn´t fill your belly though and it doesn´t dress you or give you electricity either. Soon I was desperate enough to think about selling my body for good money. Maybe it was a mistake offering myself.. the first guy that hooked me up took me to a place where five of his friends awaited him. In the morning I was all sore and he brought me back to the street where he found me, threw me out of the car and handed over what seemed to me a lot of money. I spent the whole next day in the bathing tube, my belly still revolting against what I had to swallow the night before. Promising myself that I would find a good job before the money was back at it´s end again, I was robbed a few days afterwards and again had no money.

For that reason I went back into the streets, afraid of the police..afraid of everyone. Each time I get paid, I swear I won´t do it again and each time I do it again when I am hungry enough. Sometimes I get scared a bit these days as I feel I somehow start enjoying being used as the slut I am.

I keep a warm heart to those I trust. Sometimes like a teenager am still dreaming about that prince on his white horse coming to save me from the life i live. Yet, I still keep my head up high.. keeping my dignity despite everything I do.

No one cares for me.... and I don´t care for no one.