I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

I had been unable to speak or move, so there wasn’t anything I could do besides watch him. I remembered all of that, but now I was somewhere else. I was no longer tied up. I was standing in the ruins of a village that was still smoldering. At my feet were two large mounds of dirt. I knew that they were my parents' graves. I had dug them myself, although that was a long time ago. At least, it felt like it was. The dirt looked fresh and when I looked down at myself, there was mud on my hands and my clothes.

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.

losing my soul for some skin. My hands worked through the night, covering my arms in blood. And when I was finished, I rolled the skins up, looking at the bare musculature of the two young men. Then, I started to do as I promised, to bury them. I dug a grave so deep that it would take even more effort to dig up again, and put the young men in. With exhaustion, I started to cover the young men back, and just before sunrise, I had fully buried them.

" So I should leave it for you to bury?I'll do whatever I want with the body, I do not give a bloody hell about consecrating the body . I yelled . I dragged the body to the back of the house, dug up a grave with the shovel I found inside Natasha house, i had a really difficult time digging the grave as I wasn't used to this kind of things, it was however a matter of urgency, it is actually better I bury it without consecrating instead of leaving the body for Natasha to commit different kind of atrocities with it . Before dusk I was done with burying my body, my body was so filled with dirt, I looked really tartared, I just wanted to go home and freshen up .

After freezing the bank account, Samuel didn't receive my plea for help but instead got news from the private investigator. The investigator sent him several pieces of information, including screenshots of local news articles. One of the headlines read: "Shocking! Mother and son were found dead in their home days after their passing. Neighbors discovered their dead bodies." The article wasn't very long. While it didn't specify the village, it mentioned the name of the town where the village was located. The accompanying photo was of the small farmhouse where I had lived.

I took a deep breath in and out and then walked out of the car, closing the door behind me. I stared at their graves, I think I'm more stronger now, because I am no longer filled with grief like how I was last time I came. I walked slowly to their graves with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I turned around, Diego was standing beside me, some feets away, right next to his car with his men surrounding him. I turned back to their graves and squatted.

Now their parent was dead. The next day I wake up early and begin to dig two graves near the top of the hill. Before the children and Ivy join me, I’ve already buried Tiffany and covered her body. I don’t want them to see her. I’ve dug the grave on the far side, away from Nicole’s final resting place. I mark it with a large stone in case anyone will every want to find it here.

I muttered, pressing my fingertips to his chest to nudge him. He didn’t move far. Just enough for half a step. “You know you’re not alone in that hole,” he said, nearly flat. “If someone’s digging, I’m the one dragging them in first.” I rolled my eyes toward the water instead of his face. “So romantic. A grave for two.” “Romantic is relative.”

“I can’t live without her.” My mind spiraled violently. The memories of her hit me hard. The sound of her laugh, the feel of her touch, that always grounded me. I sent her away. If I hadn’t— If I had just kept her here— I raised the gun slwoly and then pressed it under my jaw. I felt the cold of the metal against skin. My breathing stuttered. What was left? Seventeen years of guilt for the fourteen graves I dug. And now it was hers.

I was like a vampire, hiding from the sun, a walking corpse living in the shadows, a forgotten soul. It was strange, but being trapped in that dark, damp hole had made me realize something deep within myself. I wasn’t afraid of death anymore. Not in the way I had once been. But what terrified me more than anything was the thought of dying without anyone knowing, without anyone caring. To be buried alone in this tomb with nothing but my own thoughts. What if I died here? How would my children ever know where I was? How would Nick ever know the truth? I wanted them to be able to visit my grave when they missed me, to remember me the way I had once been.