Fifteen
Response to the following prompt: Write about a little girl acting more like a grownup than she should.
I never consider virginity. I don’t remember losing it but I know I was little. The first time I remember I was 8, and the guy wasn’t even that much older, really. Just stronger, I guess. I fought, I remember. I cried and screamed, God I wanted it to stop. But he slapped me and kicked me and shit and eventually I shut up. And I was 8.
It didn’t take long after that for me to stop fighting. You get more money and less bruises that way. And it’s gonna happen, with or without your permission. Plus, first, none of the money went to me, but now I work off commission.
I’m fifteen, but depending on who asks I can be twelve and I’ve been twenty-four. Make up helps the latter, pigtails the former.
We’ve got a lot of younger girls in the house right now, I feel bad for them. I do what I can. I bring food and try to tell them it’ll get better. But it doesn’t get better, you just get used to worse.
Apparently kids my age are supposed to be in school. I had a sister a year older than me, I hope she’s alright.
