3 July 2012
My name is Suzette Cox and I was 17 years old when I was murdered.
I had left school and was looking forward to qualifying as a beauty therapist, I had been at college for one year when my life was brutally cut short.
I left behind my mum and two sisters, my dad was at my funeral although I hadn't seen him since I was 5. To see him breaking down and feeling guilty at my funeral made me feel weird as I actually felt sorry for him, something I figured I would never feel towards him.
He walked out when I was 3, he started having it off with the 22 year old babysitter. He convinced himself that family life was no longer for him and left us, he showed up now and again but eventually mum told him to get lost and to never show up again....and he didn't.
So a little about me. Well I loved music, Take That, Westlife and oddly Elvis Presley, I loved make up and trying out new hairstyles. I enjoyed bike rides with my mum and sisters and had a boyfriend called David, we hadn't been seeing each other long when I died but he was fun to be with and he was the second lad I'd had sex with, my first was with a lad called Paul, I thought I was in love with him but he had other plans, with all my so called friends.
I enjoyed going out with my friends and on that particular night I had been out for pizza with two of my friends. I can still taste the pepperoni pizza I had that night, it was to be the last thing I ever ate.
We had all caught the same bus back from town and started walking our separate ways at the last drop off, we all lived quite close to one another but in different directions.
I always ask myself what if I had walked through the park instead of walking through the garages that are nearby my house?. Everyone took short cuts through there and no one had ever been attacked there, I suppose I was lulled into a false sense of security.
I remember the cool air on my cheeks and I yawned as I checked my watch...10.47pm....I was so ready for bed.
I remember hearing someone up ahead of me and thought it probably was some lads hanging around, that's when I saw him, he smiled at me and if I'm honest he had a kind look about him and almost felt relief when it was him.
I relaxed as I walked by, he then began to follow behind me at first I thought ok at least I'm not walking totally alone, but then I heard his footsteps getting harder and quicker, for one split second I began to feel panic and then it was black............
I'm then standing next to my body that had been just thrown behind the garages, like I was a rotten old apple core.
I didn't believe I was dead until it was my funeral, I thought I was in some bad and terrible dream.
I suppose I should be grateful as I was his first and it was quick and a bit clumsy, he had bashed my head in with a brick he had found lying near one of the garages, his nerves got the better of him and he just wanted it done quickly, he had no time to really enjoy it as much as he longed to. It wasn't how he imagined his first kill to be, it was much less satisfying but he was pleased that he had finally done it.
He always had the next time to look forward to.
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