Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24248644-20150708032130

 Hey mom, do you remember when we had that big argument and we didn't speak for days? I was completely different at that time.

 No, I'm not being metaphoric, I am being sincere. The thing is, your daughter Kimberly died that day. By my hand no less. I am not joking. Do you think I am?

 It all started 20 years ago. I picked up a wallet off the  ground. I could've taken all the money out of it and be done with it, but the curiosity got me. The thought of looking into someone's personal stuff really excited me. There wasn't much inside, really. Couple of dollar bills, receipts, driver's license, student id, photo taken with her boyfriend, and other standard stuff.

 Then I asked myself "I wonder how is this girl's life is?" So I started to stalk her. From time when she was in school, to when she was at her job, and when she was in her room. And you know what? She had everything I wanted. Attending school I wanted to go, good-looking boyfriend, loving family with wealth....

 I was in a little bit of difficult situation back then. Oh who am I kidding? I was living a tough life, and it always has been that way. You see, I was orphaned at birth, abandoned by my faceless parents. I was constantly abused in The Orphanage too. After running away from that shit life, the first thing I stole was Kimberly's wallet. Did I say I picked it up off the ground? Oh well, not important.

 Anyways, after spending all the cash in the wallet I was starving to death. Then I saw the wallet in my hand, and realized this was my salvation from all of this. I always wanted to be famous actress, and thought I would start with acting as Kimberly. You see, Kim and I have striking resemblance. Hair styles, skin tones, facial features, and body figures as well.

 I believed I was destined for this. Besides, I didn't think Kimberly apprieciated how lucky she was. So It was decided. I was to become Kimberly.

 Learning her lifestyle and habits was not a problem since I've been stalking her for quite some time by this time, but figuring how she has lived her privileged.

 This leads me to something I've been hiding from you. That angry text message from Kimberly? That was me. I was the one that sent it so she could get kicked out of the house.

 It was all downhill path from there. It only took about week for me to-no, for her to spill everything. Kimberly caught a wind of what I was planning, and kept lying to me. So I ripped fingernails from her gentle hands everytime she said something different compared to what I wanted to know. After her third finger, I broke her and she was honest with me from then. But I decided to rip apart rest of the nails anyways for fun. Her face in agony was so beautiful....

 And she died soon afterwards. Should I say I killed her? I didn't mean it. I had no idea she could bleed to death from tooth removal. I'm no dentist. After good night sleep I saw her in a motionless state. She may have been alive and just went unconsious after going into shock. Oh well, I had to get rid of her. There couldn't be two Kimberlys.

 Cuttting her into pieces was real bitch, but I was worth it. By now, I think her body parts are scattered in middle of pacific ocean.

 Mom, why are you crying? You kept it together so well during my wedding. There really is no point in it. Nothing is and will change. Not today, not tomorrow. Don't give me that face. What are you going to do, spread the news? You have Alzheimer's, remember? Who the hell is going to believe you? I really don't like eggplants, but I made them just for you!

 I love you mom, now and forever.

 Damn, look at me! The main dish for the night is ready. It's your favorite, grilled eggplants. You told me anything I made was the best in the world. I really don't like eggplants, but I made them just for you!

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