You head towards the exit of the small rental room where you live and you know that when you leave your home, your refuge, you immediately enter hell, the wolf's mouth.
You try to hold your ground, not to turn around and re-enter your 'safe place', as you unconsciously call it.
You exaggeratedly shake your hips and walk to your workplace, it's not far from where you live and that's the worst part.
You hate being judged, you are afraid of what they might say about you, but you bear it, for her, for you, for a better future ...
You stop on the corner with another couple of girls, whose names you are not interested in remembering.
They talk about the same thing, a girl has died from an overdose and another has been killed by a guy who believed himself superior to her.
Someone different dies every night and the worst of all is that they celebrate it, they are thankful that they have died since it is the only way out of that hell.