Novel & Cerita I've Dug Two Graves

“I dug up your grave” “That was the most inconvenient of all” “Yeah, trust me. It was weird carrying a coffin all the way from the central to Cordina” “I was surprised that you were not stopped by the police or something” “I was glad I wasn’t. I would have no explanation to give a human on why I dug up someone’s grave and I’m carrying the body half way around the country” “It would have been one hell of a scene” she said and he laughed but his smile was quick to fade and she noticed

Then I knew she was alive but now? I dropped to my knees in front of their graves the dirt still looking too new and unsettled. Like someone had just finished the job and left me here to pick up the pieces. I pressed my palms into the soil, the chill of it racing up my arms. It was damp and heavy. As if it knew it was holding too much. “I wasn’t supposed to outlive you.” I muttered and I could hear the damn wind whisper through the trees mocking me. “I wasn’t supposed to lose you like that.” My voice cracked and I let my forehead touch the ground like a soldier surrendering at the foot of defeat.

Some days I do not exist. My bed becomes a casket. -Juansen Dizon. |I R I S| Years. It feels like years have passed when it is hardly have been days. I want to turn my head and lool at what I left behind than I remember that I left nothing, I was forced to move or I would have get killed. The man I was handing my everything to was digging my grave, looking for an opportunity to dig the sharp pointed end of knife in my body.

He bent down and touched the dirt. “I hope it’s still here. Let’s find a shovel first, I think there’s one inside.” “Alright.” I walked ahead of him, trying to spot a shovel somewhere inside this ominous, ugly cemetery. I found a rusty shovel leaning on a ruined tomb with green moss growing all over it. I called Raverine and showed him the shovel but before I walked away from the tomb, I tried to read the name carved on the concrete tomb. I used the shovel to remove some moss and still couldn’t make up the owner of this tomb.

Rows of fancy sports cars lined the granite but I walked purposefully to the white van, patting the suit body down and hoping in, only letting out a relieved breath when I had woven through the stretch of highway into the abandoned dirt path at the edge of the city. It was late enough that I had to squint to avoid slamming the car into the all too willing line of trees, killing the engine a safe distance away from the unnamed graveyard, and getting out of the car to drag the body behind me. “Fucking hell,” I growled, gritting my teeth to wipe the sheen of sweat that coated my face, wincing when I looked down to see that my leather shoes were coated with grime. “Goddamn, you woman why did you

The soil was hard, and there were rocks in it as well. It was not long before all ten of her fingers turned bloody from the digging, and her fingernails cracked, perfectly recreating my death in the coffin. However, my mother dug as if she could not feel a thing, digging while crying and mumbling at the same time. "Janine, it's too suffocating in there. I'll dig you out right now… I promise I won't lock you up again…" When my mother finally tired out from all the digging, she leaned against the cold tombstone and started revealing the deepest, darkest part of herself.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Growing up, my mother was the only one who had told me that, and hearing that after a long time had its warmth. I couldn’t stop my brain from repeating her words in my head. I wished I had had more time; I wanted to tell her how much I was sorry and make it up for all the things that had happened to her because of my lifestyle. *** I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my palm, the grit of dirt spreading across my skin. The shovel felt heavy in my hand, each scoop of sand an evidence of the pain and tiredness that pricked at me. We had been digging for hours with Silvia on the opposite end of the temporary grave, the hot morning sun beating down on our backs.

My Mackenzie. I had dug the grave myself. It felt like the only thing I could do for her now. The earth had been stubborn, as if the forest itself didn’t want to accept her. My hands were still dirty from the task, the skiYn raw and blistered, but I didn’t care. She was gone, and none of it mattered anymore.

Two years later Aurora’s POV The air smelled faintly of rain, though the clouds above looked tired rather than heavy. I stood before the grave, reading the name carved into the stone for what felt like the thousandth time. Beloved Father. Harold Vale This was the second time he was dying.. I didn’t know whether to cry or simply stare. After two years, I still hadn’t figured out which hurt more—tears that refused to stop or silence that refused to speak. My hands hung at my sides, still, numb, like the world around me had gone dull.