So I drove home alone, slept on my bed like nothing happened and wished that everything is going to be fine tomorrow. I hope that nobody found the dead body of the girl I crushed with my brand new Cayenne on the deserted highway of Taman Tun Dr. Ismail.
I did not see that she was standing at the side of the road and it was all too late when I press the brake. Her skull was completely crushed and I dialed the police officer who happened to be my friend at the bar the night before.
I wrapped her body with a who-knows-when-I-put-a garbage bag and quickly washed away the smeared blood on the bitumen with a bottle of Coke. Then I grabbed the steering before the cops managed to reach to the scene.
And all I did was stupid; why did I called the police inspector and ran away like a guilty child? I know that I am so dead right now, what should I tell the jury during the hearing at the court one day? They are not going to believe my part of the story, and I deeply know that the ghost of the girl will eventually come to haunt my sleep at night. Oh dear ghost, you were so cute before you are ugly now, can you please forgive me?