A weird way to fall in love

So yeah, we're prostitutes.... Like I said, it's not something we are proud of, but we needed a way out and LA was the furthest place we could afford. Me, Alex, Liv, Connie and Beth have been friends since we were 13- when we started highschool. We always hated the way that everyone acted. If you didn't follow societies line in standards than you get stares and fucking stabbed repeatably in the back and let me tell you even after so many times it still hurts the same. Years of hearing name calling and rumours, (all because we dress slightly differently) everyone just assumed shit. The five of us never broke apart though- we stayed together through thick and thin. And told each other everything... Well not everything. Two things we all knew we hated society and the world. One thing I didn't tell my best friends- I had another hate and this hate was a lot stronger than the one for the state of the planet we created or the rules and judgements in societies order. The one thing that was so hard to runaway from... Myself. I always hated myself, everything I did and every emotion I showed made my teeth grind in anger. I started self- harming at age 12 before I met the girls. I tried to stop I swear I did but, it didn't work so I have been doing it ever since then. It makes me feel more alive when I feel numb or like my heart is being cut open having all the dispicable things removed before sewing it back up again. When I was payed to have sex with someone, they usually never saw the scars even though they were everywhere. They were to busy concentrating on doing 'that'. If they did noticed they didn't care either way- no one did. Anyway so since we obviously don't have that much money we live in a small ratty apartment that smells like cheap cologne and sweat. It was better than nothing and honestly I should be lucky me and the girls arn't out on the streets. Me and Alex share a room with bunk beds since that's all we could afford. Beth and Connie shared another room with yet another bunk bed since we found them cheap. Liv has the sofa which is in the kitchen but she's okay with it because it's comfy. So ye... Living the sweet life in LA.

Notes

I know it's kinda small but I hope it's good enough I'm not that much of a writer... Hope u like it either way!!!!