Kick Me

Bloody Clothes

                I got home as the day was relatively the same, with different starting questions. I looked at the clothes in a box that I still have no clue what to do with them, I mean, who actually does? All I think of is to burn them but the only fire source in the house is in my brothers room, and well, he'd notice if one of them went missing. It's weird; he has like this sixth sense if one of them goes missing. Trust me, I tried. That was a fun night running, I think. I still don't know how he managed to forget when he chased me for a few miles. He really isn't that bright. Maybe Nathan might know how to dispose of the clothing, but, yeah not going near him. That would be a mistake I couldn't escape. I shuddered at the thought of going through that again. Enough of that sort of thinking, I really need to do something with these clothes.

I picked up the white clump with read splatters, well more like a sort of puddle, is that how one could describe it? I guess I could put them in the trash after I bleach them to hell, or nah. What should I do with them? Nobody said you can't burry them. I slid the clothes back into the box, and back into the closet. Might as well go in the cover of night, I mean, might as well. I grabbed my book and went to read.

When the sun fell, I sighed as I closed my book, Cress just had to run towards a fake oasis. I shrugged of the feeling of the romance between Captain Thorne and Cress, with the admiration I have for them unaltered, I grabbed my box and started towards the cemetery. There has to be an opened grave somewhere. I think they have the hole dug for Poppy, but her body isn't there yet, I don't think. I hopped out of my window, it was actually quite fun, jumping two stories isn't that scary.

On Saturday I had to get a new knife, sadly Steve isn't with me anymore. I guess I'll name this on kiwi even though the handle is black and identical to Steve. I shrugged my shoulders, only slightly concerned with my apparent lack of feelings towards killing someone. Sad thing is, their main suspect is her boyfriend. He should have kept his mouth shut about being there with her at the park around the time he was killed. For some weird reason they aren't coming after me, but then again I wasn't exactly associated with them. He though they tried to ruin my life with drugs. Her friends Jess, Amy, and of course Jackie. Jackie just kind of ticks me off because she just a silent bully. Somehow she beats other people and gets what she wants without actually speaking. Just sheer terror. I guess she was just more of a body guard to them the entire time.

I jolted my head side to side to form some type of focus as I entered the cemetery, and yes it was creepy, I felt small as I felt invisible eyes watching me from all directions. I scanned the field of tamed grass as it shielded the bug food of corpses. My own mother among it, did it care at the moment, not too much seemingly. I guess it should be well avoided them. I kept slinking around the field careful to nit step where I imagined bodies might be. As careless I seem, I do have some respect for the dead.

As I thought, they wasted no time digging a spot for Miss Zinder, that brutal savage. I giggled a little out loud as I loomed over the six feet. I felt my back pocket and noticed I was smart enough to bring some sort of digging tool. I grabbed the handle to the garden spade and hopped down and in the grave. Horrible choice.

I rolled my eyes at my own foolishness. No time to think, just do. I crouched down and dug up enough earth to place in the box and cover it with a good layer of dark dirt. I looked up at the edge of hole. How was I, standing at five three, going to get out of this? I glared at the fact that I could reach the rim, but if I tried to pull myself up, I would just get a face full of dirt. I sat down and pondered what to do while I twirled the spade in my hand. I looked up with a curious smirk. I know how to get myself out of this hole, literally.

With as much force I could muster I drove the spade into the side of hole. I wiggled it, trying to see if it would be secure enough to try and climb on. I placed my hands on the ledge and brought my right foot up and placed it on the handle. I did a quick jump and managed to get my leg over the side, but I was still teetering on the edge of the hole. I clambered onto the sold ground and sat with my legs dangling because that was way more difficult than it needed to be. I managed to pull the spade out of the dirt and I started walking toward the exit.

I was just reading the names and grave stones when I heard voices. I stopped dead in my tracks, my legs felt like they were being held in place by hands as my body shook. I did kind of have a reason to be here, it's just, that reason is on the other side of the burial grounds, and this place is frickin huge and the voices are in that direction. I huffed out a puff of air and silently tried to guild my way backwards. Think! Wait, I passed over Jazmine's grave!

I paddled on the grass to her grave and sat down by the stone. I tried not to think of our best memory, and within seconds I left a hot tear glide down my cheek.

~Flashback~

"Cassie! That guy is checking you out"! Jazmine whispered excitedly in my ear. "Will you cut it out, I don't want a boyfriend, and I don't even know the guy!" I whispered back. "Well, you might want to do something, he's walking over here!"

Without a second thought I grabbed her hands, "Baby, I'm sorry forgetting our anniversary yesterday, I promise to make it up to you," I said with a smirk and a wink. The guys stopped in his tracks and watched with a playful smirk.

"It's whatever you want baby, I could only guarantee a great and eventful time. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, food," She cut me off, "You got me a food, okay Honey, I'm yours," Jazmine smiled biting her lip.

She leaned forward while I pecked her cheek, "Do you two love birds need any more special entertainment?" The guys questioned. I just looked up at him, "Oh, she's the only entertainment I need," I looked at Jazmine the way I'd look at David Tennant. What can I say, he's hot. "And besides, we don't swing that way," Jazmine said giving the guy a half smirk. "Sorry to brust your bubble, but im happily in a relationship with her," I said, getting up and sitting next to her in the booth. "You guys look cute together, but add this aspect and then you'd get sexy," he showed his white teeth in a smirk. "Oh, things get sexy with us, its just we have a public decency thing we go by. Mainly because that's not what relationships are all about, they are simply about just, just being happy with the one you love," Jazmine said as she kissed my temple. "So please, do us a favor and leave me and my girlfriend alone, okay? Okay." He just glared at us and left. I got up and went back to my side.

"Thank you so much for that cover! I didn't think you'd play along but Girl! That was awesome!" I said at a normal volume. "I noticed what you we going to do when you made the face." I looked at her curiously, "What face?" I asked her. "The face you make when you do something devious."

~Flashback over~

"You remember right, Jazmine? You remember all the late nights talking and all the laughs we shared?" I said as the footsteps got louder. "Who's there?" Rang though out the chilly wind. I stood up to see a man of average height walk over to me. "You might want to get home, its way passed curfew," he said. I nodded my head, brushing away the tears that stained my face. "By any chance, could you tell me the time?" I questioned meekly. "It's one in morning, please go home, I don't want what happened to that one girl, what was her name, Poppy, to happen to you. Please, be safe," he said swiftly. "It's okay, I have kiwi with me." I said as I turned away.

I kept kicking the rocks that were in my path on my way home. I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jazmine. Of course I miss her, and it's been two years, but I can't stop myself from crying at our memories. Doesn't time heal? That's kind of a load of crap I guess. No one really gets over death.

I walk in the front door as quietly as I can, up the stairs and into my room. No realizing how truly tired I was. I limped over to the bathroom, mainly because I was extremely tired. i glanced at my reflection. Still not that different, just dirty. There's is a lot of dirt on my face. Thank the lord that guy didn't notice, because how do you explain that one?

I disregarded my clothing and tossed them into the hamper, just waiting for the shower to heat up. I stepped and scrubbed off all of the dirt hopeful to get it all. My brain isn't exactly coherent at the moment. I cautiously stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel. I walked out of my joined bathroom into my room. I dropped my towel, and put on my undergarments and a huge tee shirt, when a voice spoke from behind, "hello, Cassie."

a.do~