I know who killed me

Look at me. Look me in the eye.

I know who killed me, I know why

My life was taken before I had lived.

Before I had a chance to show what I could give.

"Whore" you might call me and why would you care

How my life was ended? Were you there?

Were you nearby when the deed was done,

When the murderer came stalking? Did you see them run?

I know who did it, but of course cannot say.

That's why I need help. Please... don't turn away.

Look at me now. Feel the pain I endured,

As the life drained from me, as the me expired.

My death is unpunished, My killer still free.

My baby son orphaned, for his whole life will be.

Now I sit here, trapped for ever

In this window I live in, never

To be released, my freedom ceased

The moment that blade pierced.

Release me now, don't walk away

Bring me some peace, help me,

I pray.

O ~ 0 ~ o ~

Hungarian national Bernadette Szabo moved to Amsterdam as a sex worker at the age of 18 and became pregnant soon afterwards. She continued to work throughout her pregnancy, returning to the job shortly after her son was born. She was stabbed to death at the age of 19, three months after giving birth to a son. He was later placed in foster care, never having known his mother. Amsterdam police hope that the holographic image of the young woman asking for help will encourage witnesses to come forward.