Enigma

Chapter 3

All the hype I had was like a thing of the past as my heart raced. Epinephrine selfishly took my joy's place. I was mortified at the thought of someone discovering what I have been carrying out. My excitement was well expired just like all of the bodies that I have deleted from this realm. Perhaps, I have been answering too many internal guilty pleasures. I am my own persuader.

Peppered with blood, I hastily peeled back the door of the shed to investigate the surrounding area. Scanning left and right to expect a fiasco, I was met with no traces of anything or anyone. No clues were visible. The night's darkness continued to camouflage all the Easter eggs if there were any.

As I stood frozen in my pool of panic-stricken sorrows, I came to the realization that I can no longer exist here. With no hesitation, I dragged Desire's body out of the shed and trailed her as if she was an old rolled up carpet until I was enervated. There was a tree that was thick in stature, where I propped up her mutilated body. Almost in relief, I returned back to the structure. Before I entered again, I stood and made sure to turn every direction, but ultimately, was left in silence. I did not know what to do. The palms of my hands covered my face as I was seemingly overwhelmed.

Reentering the structure, I immediately rushed towards jugs of bleach that were located towards the corner of the shack, adjacent to where Desire was. In a frantic rush, I opened them and painted the walls and floor. I needed every nook and cranny rid of my history. When I was done, the same was done with the hydrochloric acid. The walls were bathed with many untold stories that were being removed like an etch-a-sketch. My hair, my dead skin, the excitement, and my presence has to be erased. All of it.

Leaving the door of the shed open, I ran desperately home. The smell of regret and bleach expelled from my body. I had enough fumes to fumigate a rodent-infested home.

As I returned, I was starting to hear the sounds of sirens off in the distance. As it faded to silent, it would start again as if they were on a loop. It was a continuous instrumental that was playing with my mind. My shirt resembled a distressed, marbled-style tie-dye shirt. There was a mixture of bleach, blood, and slight burn holes from tonight's actions. When I entered the house, it was like I was burglar as I snuck into the darkness. I tried my hardest to be silent. It was only in the garage where I could slip into to dispose of my clothes in privacy. Into a garbage bag, I tossed in my sweatshirt, my sweat pants, gloves, and running shoes. I no longer had anything else to add except for the fear of being exposed and my boxer shorts.

Entering back into the house, I was immediately faced with Jada. My heart sunk into the depths of the molten acidic vile inside of my stomach as she stood behind the door. She was curious as to who or what was on the other side.

"Oh shit! Babe, why are you just standing there?" I said with my body almost immobilized as I was stunned.

Without hesitation she returned with, "Why the hell are you naked? What happened to you?!"

"I don't know why I have to keep telling Kane to pick up his dog's shit! I fuckin' slipped on it while coming here and I landed right on top of it. Shoes, pants, and my sweat shirt are all covered in shit!" I replied with a made up story.

Relieved that I was home, her concerned facial expression transformed back to its resting state. Jada's eyes then widened. After a few moments of disseminating what I have just told her, there was a long pause. The silence made my heart rhythm falter and fluctuate. I was better off fainting if it meant that I could get out of this situation. I was apprehensive about her buying my story. She studied and analyzed my face. Every inch was being examined.

With a puzzled facial expression, she began with, "You mean you—"

A roar of laughter escaped her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her body shook. She ran off into the dark abyss of the house and could be heard upstairs with her unrestrained and boisterous laughter from where I stood. Although she was laughing at my expense, my anxiousness was alleviated. Her laughter was so free and pure, so childish despite her adult years. It came to my ears as a tickle and bounced off the walls throughout the house as she headed off to bed.