My name is Kimberley. And today I'm watching my own cremation.
I see them all, piece by piece: all the people who didn't give a f#ck about me. Who never cared about me, who broke my heart, and who were only there at the cremation now to show that they supposedly loved me.
Pretending to care that I'm dead now. Loons all of them. Ridiculous people.
Yes, they are. Look, Priscilla over there. She walks away halfway through the cremation. Those other girlfriends of hers are still standing, not far from my mother.
Mother, my mother, who always let me know she was disappointed in me.
I'm looking at my father. My father, who called me a whore. Look at them now. Now they are crying!
Look at Umesh, that f#ck@ng bastard. Now if only I could spit on him from here!
And there's Derrick. And Steve. And Aunt Astrid. And Iwan. Well well, these people have some nerve coming to my cremation after all they've done to me.
All of them are talking about how I've committed suicide. But I haven't commit suicide.
I have been murdered. They killed me. Together they killed me. Don't worry, I'll tell you how.
My name is Kimberley and this is my story...
...to be continued...
Thank you for reading.
