I Am Elizabeth Short

Introduction

Some say Hollywood killed me; others say I did it to myself -- that I just wanted the attention. But I know the truth -- only a surgeon could've made the incisions so precise.

When they found my body, I was cut in two; an almost perfect, linear dissection across my waist. All of my insides had vanished -- removed and jarred to later be tested on and toyed with by my killer.

My beauty was stolen, yet a smile remained -- forever plastered on my face. I craved fame, but what I received was infamy. I had never thought that I would be famous for the fashion of my death, nor had I considered getting a nickname because of it. However, it is because of this nickname that very few know my real name -- or even my real story, for that matter.

I am Elizabeth Short and this is my story -- the story of the Black Dahlia.