My Thoughts

Digging

My legs drag across the floor as I wipe the warm blood off my hand onto my cheek. In one hand I'm clasping the hood of the kid while in the other I reach for the shovel by my back door. My right leg lifts and kicks open the door. I lug the corpse through the door behind me and look out across the vast garden. As I pull it through the door slams behind me. I drop the body for a second and stretch my arm. A long sigh escapes my mouth. I itch the size of my nose and stare at the blood running down my hand. I kneel down, grab his hood and keep walking.

The night looms around me, shadows dancing at the sacrifice I'm bringing through there haunted grounds. I keep dragging this body and it leaves me completely exposed. Eventually I get close to the fence and I let go of the hood. I look at the broken nose that sits on his face. Blood spilling over his face, 3 of his bottom teeth missing and the rest and bent out of shape. The blood drips down onto his neck and the hood from his jacket is all blood stained. My nose scrunches up and my eyebrows narrow. I lift my arms and my fingers clamp down on the shovel handle. My arms swing down and the end of the shovel digs into the kids arm and blood spurts up the side of the shovel. A grin slips across my face and I lift it up and it's stuck. I rest my foot on his shoulder and push it down as I pull it out.

Again I raise it up and slam down and it slices through the rest of his arm. I turn and slam the shovel into the dirt and start digging. I flick the dirt into a pile on the side again and again until I have a little mount to the right of me with the corpse lying on the left. I keep digging and tossing dirt to the side. My arms begin to tire so I drop my legs down into the 3ft deep hole. My legs dangle as I rest my arms. I look over at the rotting body. I take in a deep breath and unzip my jacket. I hear whispers behind me as the wind whistles and the leaves rustle. My stomach turns and I rise to my feet. 3 feet is enough. I walk round and kick it in and throw in the rest of his arm. I pick up the shovel and begin to lever bunches of dirt in to cover him. I keep checking over my shoulder.

I hear the leaves rustle behind my. I kick over the rest of the dirt onto the small dip in the ground and throw my shovel over the fence before me. I climb up, using a small hole I made when I was younger to push myself up. I fall over the opposite side and grab the shovel and stand. I look out at the quiet garden before me. The houses lights are off. I move toward the bind sat next to the side of the house and throw the shovel into it, the bin clunks. The lights flick on upstairs. My eyes widen and I turn to the gate, unlock it, swing it open and run.