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Genevieve- or as she introduced herself as, Genna- walked along the desolate streets, alone. No, not really alone. People passed her by, but they didn't know she was there, so in reality she was alone. No one saw the small bag full of codeine she hung onto for dear life, or how she looked. Frail and lifeless came to mind. No, she was alone, and she would always be alone.

Genna found her way to the bench that she had been using as a bed for the past few days and got out her small, ragged blanket. It didn't really shied her from anything, but it was her safety net. She had already downed more than half of the small bottle of codeine, and it was only doing so much. Lately, nothing was stopping the memories of her life. Genna was still not asleep an hour later when three large men walked up to her bed. "Benny, I think this is little Genna. It's been what, four months?" one of them said, shaking the frail girl by her shoulders.

Genna woke up very quickly, her hand reaching for the bottle of codeine reflecsively. Her thin fingers wrapped around it just as she was pulled up quite roughly. This always happened. She knew the three- part of a small gang in town. She had stayed with them for a while- just until she had gone compleately over the edge. "What do you want?" Genna asked calmly, stepping back. "I think you still owe us something" the first man- Rod, said, looking her over.

"I owe you nothing. I payed back all I took and I payed my dues while living with your gang, Robert" Genevive hissed, looking up at the man- he was a lot taller than the small blonde girl. "No, no, I do think you did forget to pay all of what you owed to us. I think you borrowed some cash for your drugs and never payed it back. Right, guys?" Rob asked, and the other two rushed to agree. Pathetic, but Genna knew she was in trouble, even if she had payed it all back. So, she began to run.

It didn't take to long for her to hear gunfire, and an even smaller amount of time for her arm to be shot. She fell, screaming, and compleately blacked out.

The next morning, people still woke up, and her murder wasn't reported by the news- however horrific. After her arm had been shot, she wasn't dead. No, they waited for her to come to, just a little, before they raped her. After that, they just left her to die, crying, on the street. Early morning commuters would later report they heard her crying, but didn't do anything. She didn't get any headlines, either. The best she got was a small article. It read [b]"Homeless Raped and Murdered". She got nothing else. Not even her name was mentioned. Just 'homeless'.

Is that all she deserved? "Homeless?"