Use Me

This was so wrong. 'Us' could never work. They lived in different worlds, the air they breathed was different, worlds far distant would collide and the crash would destroy everything you know. But they didn't care. Can love shut the screams of despair? Can a lost mind find it's way back to a good path? Can past really stay forever in the past?

Note: My first time on writing in first person. Some lovely girl is really helping me with this and she knows who she is, right Holly? This is not a clean story, it's heavily based on prostitution and drugs, if you still wanna read it, be my guest. Being posted at the same time on my Livejournal