The Painter

coverup (4)

(just a little bit of  uh dead body content 😀👍)

september 25th. 1978.
6:01 PM.
home

after pulling into his driveway and walking into the house he couldn't even call home, he could instantly tell the aura was different. there was no cigarette smoke in the air or empty glass alcohol bottles and cups on the counter. the television wasn't on full volume and the couch wasn't occupied by anyone. it was a breath of fresh air for william.

as william turned to his right and walked towards the dining room, though, that brief feeling of nirvana he once had quickly vanished. he was visited with a quite daunting sight.

though a passing neighbor might assume viola was asleep in her chair, william knew the reality of the situation and he couldn't pretend it didn't intimidate him. even when she was dead, he couldn't help but be scared of her. he had been abused by her for too long for all of that fear to vanish just because she was defenseless.

once again, though, william was not by any means a moron. he pushed aside his fears and decided it was now or never. he advanced toward the cupboard under his kitchen sink and fished out a trash bag, and paced back towards his grandmother's, viola's, limp body.

6:15 PM.

after struggling for quite some time with getting his grandmother successfully into the small, black bag, he decided it wasn't wise to just keep one bag in the back of his car, just in case he were to be spotted, or pulled over.

after filling 3 more bags with some wood he had chopped for the fireplace a few days prior, by the order of viola of course, he decided if anyone were to ask, he'd say he's setting up camp for the next day.

one by one, he carried each black bag into his car with ease, along with a shovel and the bag of pellets he had gotten about an hour before. though very slim, william had a lot of muscle, having been conditioned through work his grandmother forced him to do throughout her custody of him.

i guess now i have at least one thing i can thank her for. thanks to her, i can kill her AND carry her dead body easily.

william giggled before he could stop himself. it was ironic, really. everything she did that negatively impacted him also helped him in some way, and now he was using her lessons against her. it was silly!

william hopped into the worn driver's seat of his rusty old car, a smirk still on his scruffy face, and headed towards the woods.

7:00 PM

william had been driving for over half an hour through the woods. after a while longer, the woods got too dense for him to continue in his car, and he had to continue on foot. he hoisted his grandmother onto his shoulder and carried the pellets and shovel in his other hand.

i could probably beat max up easily if i wanted to. i've never even considered that! he thought. i didn't even know i was this strong.

after a while, william arrived at a pretty small clearing. he hoped it was large enough for him to dig without hitting any tree roots. his shovel was sharp, though, so he could probably dig through them with a little bit of extra effort.

7:55 PM

after digging for god knows how long, william decided the hole was deep enough to fit his grandmother's frail body inside. he still couldn't believe he was doing this. it's not like he was scared, no, he was happy. ecstatic, even.

finally.

he decided against taking the body all the way out of the bag. he ripped a large hole in the front of the bag so he came face to face with his grandmother's corpse. after lowering the body into the hole, he struggled to open the white bag of pellets for a while.