We're All Going To Hell
So You Wrap Her Up Tight, Put Her To Sleep Beneath the Willow Tree.
Baby's body was light, but the sick feeling in Jack's gut made him feel like he was carrying two-hundred bricks. Her feet and arms kept slipping out of his grasp and making an appearance outside of the blanket. Jack would curse silently under his breath and try to play it cool. The last thing he needed was the old woman from next door who liked to spy on him seeing him carrying what appeared to be a dead body, because for once in his life, it was as exactly what looked like. Jack shifted her dead weight around in his arms, dropping to his knees to set the body aside. Tears were starting to prickle in his eyes again. He was more sick of a fuck than he ever thought possible.
He left her body on the cold ground and quickly made his way back to the house. The shovel Rian had bought him last year was finally going to be put to use, just not exactly how Rian had planned. With his hands gripping tightly to the metal, Jack rushed back to where Baby's corpse was, debating on where her final resting place should be.
Without much thought, Jack simply started to plow through the Earth. Baby would be buried under the willow tree in his back yard. It was safe here, no one ever came in his yard to begin with, but more than that, the old hag wouldn't be able to see the broken dirt.
Jack was pouring sweat by the time there was enough room in the Earth for Baby to comfortably fit. He gave a loud ground and crouched down beside the blanket that poorly hid her body. Wincing, he pulled back his blanket and took a long, hard look at the dead girl. Her lips were still purple, her mouth hung slightly ajar, but even in death, she was a beautiful tragedy. He should have faced the consequences, should have called the hospital and told them exactly what happened. In short, Jack Barakat should have saved October's life.. But he hadn't, and now here he was, about to bury a seventeen-year-old girl in his back yard. In a few months, he knew he'd have to pack up and leave, when people stopped looking for her and questioning where she was. There was absolutely no way he could live with the guilt. No way he could fall asleep in his bed with Baby's decomposing body lingering in the back of his brain.
Wiping a stray tear, Jack covered her face back up. He couldn't stare at her porcelain skin as he dropped her into the grave.. It would simply hurt too much. Instead, he gripped her stiff bones - blanket and all - and lowered her into the ground. He mumbled one last goodbye to the last he'd stolen far too soon, and began shoveling the dirt over her remains.
The deed was done; Baby was gone, dead, buried. Her blood was on his hands. Jack couldn't handle the idea, couldn't forgive himself for the things that he'd done over the last twenty-four hours. In a fit of rage and regret, he stirpped off his clothes, grabbed Baby's clothes from the door, his pillow cases - Anything that Baby had touched, and tossed them into the burning barrel he shared with his neighbor. Jack struck the match and sent the memories of her face down in flames.
"Fuck, she touched everything," Jack groaned, more panic filling his gut.
With the flames glistening in his dark orbs, he decided it was time to erase her entirely. Jack grabbed the only bottle of bleach he owned and set to work on the house. He srubbed the walls, the tables, the couch, the doors and their handles. He tore the bathroom apart and cleaned every inch before he put it back together. For good measure, he dusted every inch of his home, including the baseboards and door frames. Once all traces of cobwebs were gone, he vacuumed until his arm felt like it was going to fall off.
He'd done it. She was gone. Her ghost would forever linger in his heart, like the smoke that sticks around after you blow out a candle, but Baby was no more. He had no ties to her, no connection that could bring them together in the missing person's case. A small smile cracked his lips.
Of course he felt guilty. Of course he wanted to bash his face into the wall until he was put in the ground like her. But the disgustingly clean scent in his home reminded him of one thing: Baby had put herself in this situation. He could have let her get drugged by the old perv at the bar, but he opted to be the bigger person and save her life. What if she had gone with him? She most likely would have been raped and left for dead, anyways. At least Jack could find comfort in the knowing that she enjoyed her last few hours on this Earth with him.
Well, at least until he killed her.
He left her body on the cold ground and quickly made his way back to the house. The shovel Rian had bought him last year was finally going to be put to use, just not exactly how Rian had planned. With his hands gripping tightly to the metal, Jack rushed back to where Baby's corpse was, debating on where her final resting place should be.
Without much thought, Jack simply started to plow through the Earth. Baby would be buried under the willow tree in his back yard. It was safe here, no one ever came in his yard to begin with, but more than that, the old hag wouldn't be able to see the broken dirt.
Jack was pouring sweat by the time there was enough room in the Earth for Baby to comfortably fit. He gave a loud ground and crouched down beside the blanket that poorly hid her body. Wincing, he pulled back his blanket and took a long, hard look at the dead girl. Her lips were still purple, her mouth hung slightly ajar, but even in death, she was a beautiful tragedy. He should have faced the consequences, should have called the hospital and told them exactly what happened. In short, Jack Barakat should have saved October's life.. But he hadn't, and now here he was, about to bury a seventeen-year-old girl in his back yard. In a few months, he knew he'd have to pack up and leave, when people stopped looking for her and questioning where she was. There was absolutely no way he could live with the guilt. No way he could fall asleep in his bed with Baby's decomposing body lingering in the back of his brain.
Wiping a stray tear, Jack covered her face back up. He couldn't stare at her porcelain skin as he dropped her into the grave.. It would simply hurt too much. Instead, he gripped her stiff bones - blanket and all - and lowered her into the ground. He mumbled one last goodbye to the last he'd stolen far too soon, and began shoveling the dirt over her remains.
The deed was done; Baby was gone, dead, buried. Her blood was on his hands. Jack couldn't handle the idea, couldn't forgive himself for the things that he'd done over the last twenty-four hours. In a fit of rage and regret, he stirpped off his clothes, grabbed Baby's clothes from the door, his pillow cases - Anything that Baby had touched, and tossed them into the burning barrel he shared with his neighbor. Jack struck the match and sent the memories of her face down in flames.
"Fuck, she touched everything," Jack groaned, more panic filling his gut.
With the flames glistening in his dark orbs, he decided it was time to erase her entirely. Jack grabbed the only bottle of bleach he owned and set to work on the house. He srubbed the walls, the tables, the couch, the doors and their handles. He tore the bathroom apart and cleaned every inch before he put it back together. For good measure, he dusted every inch of his home, including the baseboards and door frames. Once all traces of cobwebs were gone, he vacuumed until his arm felt like it was going to fall off.
He'd done it. She was gone. Her ghost would forever linger in his heart, like the smoke that sticks around after you blow out a candle, but Baby was no more. He had no ties to her, no connection that could bring them together in the missing person's case. A small smile cracked his lips.
Of course he felt guilty. Of course he wanted to bash his face into the wall until he was put in the ground like her. But the disgustingly clean scent in his home reminded him of one thing: Baby had put herself in this situation. He could have let her get drugged by the old perv at the bar, but he opted to be the bigger person and save her life. What if she had gone with him? She most likely would have been raped and left for dead, anyways. At least Jack could find comfort in the knowing that she enjoyed her last few hours on this Earth with him.
Well, at least until he killed her.
I'ts so great! I like how you described what Jack was thinking and how baby pulled him out of his thoughts. When I read ""Are you okay, Jacky boy?", it kind of pulled me a little bit out of what was happening.. I don't know how to describe it, it's like I was at the event, in the story.(I hope you know what I mean) >.<<br> anyway, good story!
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