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Chapter 15
As I came back into myself, waking up slowly, I realized where I was and took a deep breath letting out a sigh. I sat up peeling myself off of the bloody corpse under my body. The blood had dried all over my skin and it felt sticky and wonderful. My skin had stuck to what was left of Edith’s body. I sat back and looked down admiring what I had done. The blood was still wet where I had been laying and glistened in the morning light coming in from the doorway. I pushed my hands into her chest feeling the blood gush through my fingers. She was still a little warm but I could tell that she was starting to cool down. I moved around her lungs and her heart looking at all of the bloody little details. It was amazingly intriguing. Her face was finally relaxed and I felt like I could see just a hint of happiness. I wonder if she found the pleasure before she expired.
I knew that I had to start thinking about disposing of her, but I was loving every second of this. Finally I stood up, separating our bodies. I looked down at my blood covered body and then at hers. It was a good night, I must have laid there with her for ten hours. There were no dreams, no demons, no voices. Everything felt right. I stepped away from the body and over to the table. Slipping the rabbits foot from around my neck, I noticed that it was caked in Edith’s blood. I would have to remember to clean that later.
This is the hardest part of this process “How am I going to make Edith disappear?” I asked myself out loud. I sat wracking my brain for what seemed like forever but I am pretty sure it was just a couple minutes. Then it came to me, I would dig a deep hole, put the body in it and burn it until there was nothing left. Then bury it. That seemed like the best way to get rid of her. I untied her arms and legs and pulled the rope around her neck off. I had to fight my instincts constantly, I wanted so bad to dive back into her body.
After I had her loose and resting on the flat blood soaked earth floor of my fort, I went around to the back of the fort looking for a clear spot to dig the pit. I need to make sure its as deep as I can get it and much bigger around than the one I had dug for the coyote trap. About twenty feet behind the fort was a perfect spot. It was an area where the tall grass had died and rotted and the ground was flat and loose. I would need to get the shovel and probably grab some food and water, it was going to be a long day.
I walked out of the woods toward the house, still thinking back to the evening before. Not everything went as planned but it was still beautiful. I went the back door, still not wearing a shirt and still covered in dried blood. I thought hard about taking a shower but I didn’t see the point, I was just going to have to move her again. So I went to the fridge and grabbed the milk and cereal and sat down to have a good breakfast. It was delicious, it almost seemed as though my sense of taste was stronger. I cherished every bite of cocoa puffs like it was a brand new thing. They had never tasted like this before, even the milk was incredible. I started to wonder if last night caused all of these feelings. Could I have gained something from Ediths death? I wasn’t sure what to think.
Leaving my bowl and the cereal out I grabbed a box of matches out of the junk drawer and headed back outside. I took a minute to stand at the back door and look into the sky. Was it my imagination or did the clouds seem closer? I felt this overwhelming sense that something truly incredible happened last night, I didn’t want this feeling to ever end. I ran down to the shed and collected the shovel and the jug of gasoline that was kept there to fuel the lawnmower. “I have to remember to fire the lawn man.” I thought to myself, I really don’t need anyone poking around.
The woods where a sight, as I walked back through them to the empty spot behind my fort I took in the sounds of the animals moving around and the bright green of the leaves. It felt like I was seeing everything for the first time. I could actually feel the rocks and sticks under my feet through my sneakers.
Before I knew it I walked out into the clearing and headed toward the spot I was going to use for a makeshift burial grounds. The shovel plunged into the earth with no resistance. I felt strong and powerful as I scooped shovelfuls of dirt out of the hole. I dug straight down at first then outward making the hole about five feet across and not stopping until it was almost eight feet deep. I was so caught up in the moment I almost dug myself to deep and got stuck. I used roots and footholds I broke loose to climb my way out of the hole. I didn’t feel the least bit tired, there was still a sense of electric running through my body.
Going into the woods I needed to gather a lot of wood and start a fire before I put Edith into the pit, then I would start another fire on top of her. I need to make sure that she is completely incinerated. I gathered up four armfuls of branches and tossed them into the pit. I poured about half of the jug of gasoline onto the pile of wood. I took the box of matches out of my pants pocket and struck three of them. I tossed the matches into the pit and the wood burst into flames send a small fireball into the air. It scared the crap out of me and I jumped back, I guess I didn’t need so much gas. It was approaching noon and it was starting to get kind of warm out. I sat back and let the wood burn down a little bit and smolder. The smell of the wood burning was nice. It kept making popping and hissing noises as it burned down.
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