_”What a pretty girl” whisper the wind as I walk the church alleyway, to seal my love for eternity! Sugar coated love story…


Hysterical introduction so close from those crazy nights if you ask me, macabre if you request so! The clients is king, actually, the readers is queen…

As I have been deceased since nineteen eighty nine, at the tender age of my sweet sixteen’s!


Who can blame such innocence for asking a round of applauses but instead my wedding veils encrusted by billions tears, recollecting me yet?

Not even close, too bad!


If it had not been for Margot, I, probably today would be a dusty pile of files, one of several, rotting away in some police station, far away…

Case close doesn’t fills the wooden coffin!  

Classified is not classy. Ladies and gentleman’s let me introduce myself:


Sweet daddy ‘girl by day, mother little whore by night!


Mystical creature falling faster than shooting stars, too bad and if beauty was my curse!

What make you so different than the others than?

Did I mentions, there was others? Anyway…


The answer is: Nothing!

Long legs, blond peroxide hair, the cuties voice chirping away lies so to please!

(Angel face, cum on, you use to loved it, there is no spelling mistake here!)

Still, even such depravities could not have made me so exceptional but even more hollow!


Step back and rewind the tape.

it was never about me but you, yes you, holding the pen, sorry,  my mistake the deadly metal weapon that night, iron bars laying on the ground, where did you find it?

Not that it truly matter. The weapon was never the motive of the crime but just the tool used to crash my skull!


The first blow felt like a kiss, open mouth, silence.

Pretty doll laying on the wooden floor, I starred at you, how many of you were there?

Preliminary, do you follow me?

Actually, you all did, as I strolled through the wood, it was never about me, if you asks me!

That was pretty means, selfish, narcissistic if I may say so!

No hard feelings as mention before, without you, I still be nothings, an empty shell, bury in some imaginary land, long forgotten…


Remember the second blow, my body felt to the ground, and as you stared at me, there was no reflection, was I gone? Letting a screams to remind me, I may be wrong!


-“Forgive me” was the last words, I heard.

The blood felt warms on my lips, filling my mouth, gasping for air, one last time!



My name is Pearl, naked body found wrap in a plastic bag along an empty road…