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I’ve seen the newest fad. The kids that all dress in black trying to show how depressing their lives are. How the hardships they suffer has manifested itself in their cloths and hair. But so many of them have only scratched the surface of suffering. I know of someone who would give anything to have their life…

Yes she would have give anything at all. Because she is no longer able to do so I’ll speak for her…

My name is John K. Rivers I’m a native of New York. I’ve considered myself a tough man because I live in a touch city. Where being harsh and heartless are everyday things and compassion is seldom seen. From the big high end corporate office workers to the bum on the street not caring seems to be the only way to get anything done around here. Where I grew up, my siblings, parents, and friends aren’t really important right now because this story has very little to do with me. This is about a young woman by the name of Victoria Lillian Trento. I’m sorry to tell you that I didn’t know Victoria when she was a child. If I had I wouldn’t be writing this story…but all of that will come later…

In fact my part in Victoria’s life is the very end. When I first laid eyes on her there was no life left in her body. All that was left were the scars of what had once been Victoria L. Trento, but at the time I knew her as Jane Doe…

I open up the file and two pictures fall out.

The first to land on the table in front of me is of a girl no more than five or six the pictured is a bit faded but that is normal with age. She isn't smiling but as I looked at her face I knew she was meant to. The little girl's hair is up in two braided pigtails (that style you could only pull off in grade school).

In My minds eye I could see her jumping and playing on the playground with the other children. Here or should it be said then she was just like the other children...care free...the way it should be for all kids her age. With a sigh he puts down the first picture...

It's time to get to work. The second picture is what I had become used to seeing. Over the years I had never really learned not to take my work home with me. From the first picture to the second I still felt it was a person. I set the second picture down and turned around.

There on the table before me lay a woman of about 20 years old. I crossed the room and her lifeless form made no response to my invasion of her privacy. No, there would be no conversation here. I looked down at her skin that had turned a shallow blue. "What could get you from that first picture to here?" I asked without looking for an answer.

Her face looked far aged beyond her 20 years. The meth had gotten to her. Her skin should still be holding its youthful glow. "You could have been a model sweetheart." again no answer. I opened her mouth to reveal a gaping hole where an almost picture perfect smile should have been. I said nothing. I ran my hands through her hair...I could tell nothing had been done to it in a long time. I picked up her arm and looked along its length and beheld the track marks from her period of drug abuse. "Why?" is all I could ask. I looked along her stomach where familiar marks had formed from baring children. I knew there would be no record of her four abortions but I had no doubt I find evidence of one or more...

I finished the procedure and wrote in her file. Drug OD. I shut it with a heavy sigh of regret. “What could have been done for you sweetheart?" I asked has I covered her face again with the sheet. "You just couldn't take it anymore could you?"

I put everything away and rolled her body back into the freezer. "Another night of no sleep." I said to myself. "If only I could just let it go...just let it go."

"She could have been a model, a movie star, anything she wanted to be...but here she is...lifeless with no more time to dream. Poor girl I wish I could have done something for you."

I closed the door and went home....

*the rest at a later date*

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