FOUND YET FORBIDDEN

Living in northern areas sounds all romantic until you have to drag a whole dead body through snow and then dig a large amount of snow and soil in the middle of the forest just to bury it. and yes you have to drag it because you can't manage a car (they are buried already under snow). Sighing I shoved the shovel to gather snow and threw it on the other side. For nearly an hour now, it’s been just the shovel, the snow and me (and the dead body). I've settled into the rhythm of it already...drive the blade, heave the snow, throw it away, watch it fall. Drive. Heave. Throw. watch. To be very honest it was terrifying to stand in the middle of the forest at night alone.. Because it's just me. Just Me. Well you can count in the dead body but it won't help much.. After a few more minutes of digging I felt the shovel scrape against something hard—much harder than snow— and that's when I finally witnessed the soil. God. I have no idea if I should be happy right now or worried because this is only the beginning. Now I have to dig more. More than six feet..Deep enough to keep the body so the animals won't smell it.. I lean on the shovel, catching my breath. I would've thrown this dead body up from the cliff but unfortunately I stabbed it almost 71 times — yeah I counted it — so apparently I can't just portray it as an accident. And now the only option I'm left with was — to portray it as a missing human. The suitcase had a little snow on it too. One can't even imagine how much effort I've put into stemming the blood leaking from the dead body. And it took me three f*****g days. Yes. I killed it three days ago. and since I can't just carry a suitcase with blood seeping out of it, I had to put in some efforts. Sighing and straightening up, I drive the shovel into the earth. It’s harder than the snow, more resistant. The jarring impact travels up my arms. Hell. This part requires effort.. I don’t have time to take a break. I have to bury this body before the sun comes up. Because if somebody caught me here..I'd be in deep — deeper than this grave — trouble. The shovel met the ground once again. Each thud of the blade is a punctuation mark. Each load of dirt, a sentence in a story no one will ever read. After 3 hours of continuous digging, the hole deepened.. A smile made its way to my lips. Finally, The body will go in now. The soil will return. The snow will cover the earth like a seamless blanket. And up here, in the endless chill, there will be no proof that anything ever happened at all. Just the quiet, and the cold, and the perfect, empty peace of it.. There is a certain warmth, a perfect stillness, that settles in the soul when what you've put your effort into, finally fits just right. Just like this body will fit this grave.. I opened the suitcase and sadness washed over me.. I just wanted to teach them a lesson. It almost split my heart into two realizing they won't be alive to remember the lesson I taught..