I stared at my crimson covered hands intently. They were still, not even trembling. I had finally killed a man and my body not even twitch with the thought. My life had turned a path I did not expect to ever happen.
I then thought back to what an innocent child I had been. The time I played with barbies and sang songs about cute things like ponies and flowers. This mess I created would be something no one could ever suspect of me, but isn't that how it always is? The quiet neighbor down the block kills someone and no one could have ever guessed it, not even myself.
The bloodied knife that I clutched so tight in my hand glimmered in the moonlight. I dropped it to the ground and walked down the road for a while. I pulled my hair back and put on rubber gloves. I pulled the body over to a pit I had dug a few days earlier. The body's weight was so unbearable to heave I had to stop for a breath a few times. The sweat dripped off my forehead and splattered on the dirt covered ground. The air was surrounding me soothingly and I surrendered from my job to let the air take me over.
I got the kerosene from the back of the car, I parked not too far away and dispersed it all over the body and surrounding grass. I grabbed some fire wood from the woods near and made a sort of "t-pee."
I dug my hand around in my right pocket which was full of items and pulled out the thin cardboard feeling one. I pulled off a match and flicked it to life.
The fire was going rapidly, making a burst a flame as it thrived. The warmth felt nice battling the cool air now. I watched deep into the flames as it sucked up the body, devouring every last follicle.
I reviewed my alibi with myself, we were just camping out and the garbage fell from the tree, a bear picked up the cent and angrily tore through our tent, being a light sleeper I got out of there, but for him, I can't say he made it. I ran as fast as I could to the car, and went to get help. When i got back he was gone and the tent was trashed. I sighed, know how long this would take. I ran my sweaty palms through my hair trying not to stress myself out too much.
