"I'd like to make sure that people know, I'm not really a bad person. Just because I've made certain choices in my life does not make me bad. Funny, isn't it, how harshly people will judge you, dispite whatever flaws and mistakes they've made themselves. Not that I think what I did was a mistake. If I had the chance, I'm pretty sure I'd do it again.
So just who am I and what the hell am I talking about? That's what you're thinking right? Well, first of all, let me tell you who I am. My name is Avery Hanson, and I am, I was, a prostitute. And what am I talking about? Well, my life. It's that's not interesting to you, then fuck off. Be like the rest of my family, I don't care. Really, I don't care. I don't need your pity time. I've heard all that "Everybody needs somebody." shit so many times I want to puke. I suppose if I heard it from another whore then I'd care. I suppose if I had heard it from Tay or maybe one of my ex-boyfriends, I would care. But I don't hear it from them, and I never have. I only hear it from middle-aged, desperate men who need a lay so bad they're willing to pay for it. That's what I do. I'm everybody's somebody. And I don't care, at one point I may have, but I don't now. And now is what matters. Not that reminiscent shit called yesterday. Who needs yesterday? Who wants to remember 'the good ol' days'? I don't. What good would that do me? Those days only represent child innocence and stupidty. Sure I miss those things, but I'll never have them again. So why waist time wishing for something that's impossible? Why wish at all? That's something I learned a long time ago. Wishes don't come true. If you want something, make it happen yourself. Nobody else can help you, at least not if they love you."
Avery Hanson smoothed her skirt a bit and crossed her legs. How these reporters had found her she'd never know. Probably Zac had told them. God, did he have to ruin everything in her life? It's hard enough trying to "recover" without these "What happened to the family's of teen-idols?" reporter people sticking their microphones up my ass.
"Why do you think you got into this business?"
"I wanted to."
"I thought you were going to cooperate?"
"Okay, I'm sorry." Avery bowed her head. "It's a long story, and it's not meant for these G rated specials you like to make."
"That's alright. All we want is the truth."
She laughed. "The truth is a thing which destorys more people than guns."
"Well, there's a new statistic."
Avery was unimpressed. "If you want to hear my story then shut up. It's going to be long and I want to get out of here as fast as possible."
"Fair enough." He motioned to the camera men and started the tape recorder.
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