I've Dug Two Graves For Us Novels & Stories

With my own hands, I carved Lucia’s and my name on wooden stakes. “Here rests Lucia and Talia Wilkin.” As of now, Lucia and I were no longer tied to the Luther Pack. There was no place for the Hems brothers in our grave. By the time I was done, my health had declined rapidly. I crawled into the excavated pit with great effort and cradled my sister’s urn in a fetal position. With the moist soil offering me some solace, I closed my eyes.

I never forget their words when they came into my room on the third day. "so you are alive! We thought you died and we are here to take you out and bury your body! Since you are not, it's time for you to stop lazing and get down to the kitchen! And after dinner, you are going to shovel back the hole we dug for your body!" Feeling a tear run down my cheek from the memory of the hole they had dug for me. Just a hole in the ground where we through out the compost. That was what my life was worth. Nothing!

My chest still ached, a dull, constant reminder with every step. When we reached the grave, I stopped dead. We didn’t need the shovel. The earth was already disturbed. The grave dug open. And it was empty.

she scoffs. I stare at them, for once, I feel remorseful for a living dead. “Let's bury them” I say to Mel who's beginning to toss the corpse aside. Mel scoffs. “Really, they were dead already”. I stand up and walk around the house, searching for something I can dig with. Shortly after, I returned with two shovels. "Here, let's dig a grave for the both of them" I say, but Mel didn't seem to flinch at all.

They are making this whole thing like a human funeral or that of one of their own and it pleases me. This reminds me of the time back in the forest when one of my younger brothers died, I dug a shallow grave and buried him. I was only twelve when he died and knew nothing of burial. I had only been to my mother’s funeral and even then, I never saw the whole just the coffin she was in and that was it. When we were done, we left the spot; the warriors went for patrol while we went to the pack house in my office.

But I was missing my mother badly. I wanted to visit her grave but Ivan had buried her near the same jacaranda plant which we planted. It was difficult to travel across town to visit her grave. And I was afraid that Ivan might catch me. So one night I dug the graves of Issac and Mom. I buried Issac's body near Jacaranda tree and buried Mom's body in the same graveyard where Marona's grave was, so I could visit both of them. I was also afraid that Ivan might treat her grave disrespectfully. He caged her for the rest of her life, she was locked in that house and even after death he wanted her to be caged in there.

I walked through, ignoring the broken frames, the crumbling plaster, the ghosts of who we were. Straight to the back. Toward what used to be a garden. I hadn’t been here since that night. The night I killed her. The night I buried London. The garden was gone. Weeds had taken over the soil. The trellises were broken, and the fountain was dry, cracked open like a corpse left to decay. But I knew the spot. Muscle memory guided me there. And what I saw stopped me cold. The grave— London’s grave—had been dug up.

Every page was like that. Otis's hands shook so hard that the diary fell. He knelt in my room, clutching the piggy bank, and sobbed like a wounded animal. "Lenora, I was wrong. I deserve to die." I couldn't hear him anymore. Neville burst in. "Dad, I need 20 grand." Otis looked up, his eyes red. "What?" "20 grand for a motorcycle," Neville said, like it was obvious. "My friends all have one. I can't fall behind."

A small path leading to the graveyard. I turned to Dominic. “I want to see their graves.” He nodded. “I’ll come with you.” We moved down the narrow path that led to the gravesite. The trees on both sides stood tall and silent, like they were watching us. Dry leaves crunched softly beneath our feet with every slow step we took. My chest felt heavy, and my hands stayed clenched at my sides. With each step, memories came back memories I had tried so hard to bury. I remembered the last time I had walked this path, back when everything was still whole. My parents were alive. My pack was strong. Now, all of that was gone.

he said. I paused. “You must be wondering why I dug two graves,” he said, standing in front of me now. “And whatever you're thinking is right. One is for you and the other is for Veronica.” I swallowed. “But I’m not going to kill you yet,” he said, something glimmering in his eyes. “We’re going to be in love forever. This is only here for when you misbehave or try to leave me again.” “John… listen to me,” I said, my throat parched. “I’m not your soulmate. Please just let me go. I won’t inform the police, I swear.”