Soil speckled my clothing,
worms trembled under the heavy shovel.
cold sweat dripped down my forehead as I pushed the shovel further down, scooping the dirt up and placing it beside the deep hole.
Pain filled my lower back.
I could feel her watching me, from a distance.
" Go away Tessa. "
I lifted more soil and roots from the ground.
" Look at me, " she let out a soft chuckle.
Her voice distorted and cracked, filled with joy and pain.
" Look what you've done to me. "
She stood over her yellowing body, swarmed with flies and a rotting stench.
I could hear whispering and crying, and laughing as more of them joined her, trapped by the bones under this ground, trapped by a seamless connection of soul to an object.
"JUST LOOK AT ME" she was sobbing hysterically now, throwing dirt onto my back as I kept shoveling.
I stood up straight, wiping the sweat off of my brow.
Eerie whistling filled the air.
The top of yet another set of bones showed itself as I threw Tessa's body into the pit.
I turned to look at her.
She stood alone, in a baby blue dress, dull blonde hair tied back in a french braid.
Her green eyes full of pain.
I stared at her wrists,
The twenty or so cuts establishing themselves by her forearms.
Each and everyone made by yours truly.
I threw the worm corroded dirt atop her lifeless body.
She walked over to me in a lifeless trance.
"Look at me," she pleaded,
"Look what you've done to me."
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The Way of the Waters
Paranormalthis dark, twisted drama begins to show the way of Tessa Water's mind. Her motives, feelings , and confessions to why and how she is a conflicted murderer. What the family thought was. harmful family buisness, the Water's asylum begins to rein all h...
