I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.