I don't know much about my father. What I've heard about him is basically he slept with all the women he could without caring if that'd make them pregnant or worse. He was a gambler, but sucked at it and was almost always neck deep in debts. He was a druggie and didn't care for anyone in the world apart from himself.
My mom was probably one of the ton of women he slept with without remembering the name or face. I've heard that when she appeared and gave me to him, he said he'd throw me in the trash since he couldn't take care of a child. My mom threatened him and said that if he ever did that, he'd die and turn into a ghost that would haunt a cemetery for the rest of eternity with no one ever noticing him.
After that, he spent about 5 years 'taking care' of me. That basically meant hiring a baby sitter to take care of me and that ended up with me getting burns from milk that was too hot, falling from the nanny's arms and other things like that. When I was 5, he was so in debt that he decided to sell me.
Yeah, you heard me. Sell me.
'Course only the vilest of people would buy a little girl on the black market. A pimp bought me and said that I'd be good money in a few years. I can't say my life after that was good, but I'll admit it was better. I don't have any clear memories of before I was five so the few things I know about my father came from Jonah, the pimp.
When I was 12, he put me on the streets to work. It was disgusting and my everyday life was made of dreading the moment the night fell and I had to go to the streets. About 10% of the money I won was mine. Jonah was more or less kind to me, I guess. He let me live in his house, opposite of most of the other girls who had to live wherever they could. I got food, even if they were left-overs; clothes, that covered barely anything; and protection.
The older I got, the more clients I had. Jonah was getting pleased and gave me more things than usual. A necklace, a leather jacket, some expensive boots I really wanted, took me to a nice restaurant in my birthday... But then when I was 15, the worse thing that could ever happen to me, happened.
I got pregnant.
I couldn't keep the baby. If Jonah knew about it, he'd kill me. He'd throw me out in the streets and I'd be done for. So I did the obvious and went to get an abortion. It didn't go as well as I had hoped and ended up unable to have children for the rest of my life and had to stay in bed for three days. When Jonah found out, he was really pissed but told me I had done the right thing and for that, he wouldn't punish me.
One night, when I was 16, I was on Rosemary Street as I always was. But that night, 2 buff guys came around. They were sniffing the air as if there was something tasty nearby and then their eyes locked on me. It was obvious they didn't want me for what most guys wanted so I dialed Jonah as fast as I could and told him I was in danger.
Then one of the guys took me by the waist with one of their huge hands and started talking to the other one. 'This one looks tasty', but the other one said 'She doesn't have much meat. Not enough to share', the one who was holding me then told the other one to look for another one himself then. I was tired and he was pressing hard on my ribs so I bit his hand as hard as I could.
He yelled and let me go and I started running away as fast as I could. I saw Jonah's car racing down the street and he slowed down enough for me to climb in the car. He then put the car on reverse gear and went out of the street as fast as his car could manage.
When we got home, he asked if I was okay, I said yes. He told me to stay in my room for the rest of the night and that the next day I'd be back working. Life was getting worse for me after that. More guys were preferring the prettier girls and my clients were decreasing. Jonah was treating me worse and worse and I was getting desperate. I started smoking and drinking to try to calm myself down but it wasn't working.
The day Jonah caught me trying to steal some of his whisky, he beat me. He left the house after it, leaving me alone there. I knew he kept a gun somewhere in his bedroom and that he wouldn't be back so soon. I did what the little voice in my head told me to do, I took the gun and went to the bathroom. My hands were trembling as I cocked the gun and aimed it at my head. I pulled the trigger but it hit the door instead.
Panic rose and I tried again, but the gun had slipped off my hand. I tried catching it, but my hand slipped right through it. I looked better at it and noticed it looked transparent. I was a ghost! I was about to scream when a voice in my head (different from the one I always heard) talked. It was a woman's voice but it was soothing. She said she was my mother and that the bullet hadn't hit me because my powers had accidentally triggered and turned me into a ghost.
She said that suicidal ghosts were the saddest and that she didn't want a daughter of hers suffering that fate. She said that if I wanted a better life, I had to go Long Island and find Camp Half-Blood. They would take me in and I wouldn't have to sell myself ever again. Then she said she had said too much and left without a trace.
I packed my bags as fast as I could, stole all the cash Jonah had hidden around the house and took his car. I drove as fast as possible to Long Island and asked for information about this camp. An old lady said that I had to climb up a hill and I'd find it. I smelled strawberries near a hill so I assumed that was the hill and climbed it. I saw Camp there and breathed in relief. Finally I had found a place that would be the nearest thing in my life to a 'home'.