Guilt was building on my shoulders, and i couldn’t live with it any longer. It had been an hour since i had shot Honey. I had spent that hour laying with Ben, retrospectively over what crimes i had commited, and i knew i was going to get caught. I shifted Ben off me and left him in the woods, he was sleeping so soundly. I had to get rid of my guilty conscience; heading back towards the club, i noticed no sign of police or any emergency service around. It was strange, after i had shot her police had gathered around her body! I saw it, right infront of me, police everywhere. Paramedics rushing to her cold body and examining her; placing wires through her skin and pumping her full of liquids through a thin needle spine.
I shook my head in confusion and walked over to her body; a tear slid down my face, i crouched down to her as it hit her face. I swept it off her...she was so cold. I swept her up into my arms and staggered along the pavement and back into the woods. I needed to get rid of her body.
I ran back to the bus, leaving her body in the soil. The rain started to fall, splattering all over her pale skin, and creating pools of muddly liquid beneath her. I found a small spade in the back of the bus and retrieved it, trying to be quiet. Creeping past the boys bunks as they slept quietly. Their chests rising and falling in unison with each breath. I ran back to the woods and started to dig a large hole under the watchful eye of the guilty moon and stars. They were just as guilty as i was, for watching me this whole time. I felt like they had helped me; my accomplice in this bloody disaster. I wasn’t a murderer i know i wasn’t; but i had murdered someone. Which made me a murderer.
No Danny! You’re not a murderer! Oh who am i kidding! I killed her, my finger on the trigger, my bullet that pierced her skull. The pit of the hole was filled with a shallow pool of water, that had gathered over the rain fall period. Her clothing was dripping, and her long auburn hair stuck to my arms as i heaved her up, my body covered in a mix of blood and mud. ‘Drowning in my own fucking mind’. I jumped down into the pit, 6ft deep, where i would leave her body away from the rest of the world. Danny Worsnop, you’re a murderer. I told myself over and over, sobbing ..my tears soaking into her muddy grave. I layed her body down, the rain splatting on her face, she sunk down into the pools of water, the dirty liquid engulfing her, and cupping her body as the water level slowly rose. I jumped out of the pit, my arms slipping as i heaved myself out. Slowly i added shovels of soil. Until her body had disappeared beneath the foliage. I patted her grave with the back of my shovel.
Oh, the bullet's gone!
I take the spade, i slit your throat!
You fall into your grave!
I cover up my tracks, I'm done!
I won't kill again!
I said that's it, I'm done!
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Fanfiction(Brusnop fanfiction) When a mystery writer starts to send Danny letters marked with a signature ':)' the simple antics of a couple, turn upside down. But who is this writer? and what do they want with Danny?
