All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
If You Marry Me, Would You Bury Me?
“Reports of missing people have gone up drastically, equaling at least twenty eight people a month for the past seven months. Police are urging people to stay inside during nighttime hours, as this is when most of the kidnappings take place. In other news...” The reporter on the screen said. Mikey and I were cuddled up on the couch together, his hand resting on my slightly rounded stomach. Tomorrow is the day he leaves to go on tour. If you haven’t realized this already, he decided to keep the thing inside me.
“I think we should make tonight extra special.” I suggested. “We should kill someone special, that a ton of people will miss. Just to see how long it’ll take them to find the body.” He nodded and yelled for Gerard and Frank to discuss it with them. Ray was playing extremely loud music in his room, just like a rebellious teenager defying his parents. He wouldn’t be able to hear us. Bob went out for coffee a few minutes ago, so we didn’t have to worry about him.
“What do you think about a senator tonight?” Mikey said calmly, still half focusing on the news.
“Sure. How are we going to get him out of his house?” Gerard asked.
“I know where this really big house is. I think the guy who lives there is a senator. He goes for a walk almost every night at eight o’ clock.” Frank said. “Even if he’s not, he still must be rich. Anyone who’s rich would probably be missed.”
“Okay, we’ll kill him. Frank, lead the way to his house.” I said. “It’s almost eight.”
“What are you doing out at this hour?” The man had asked us. He’d just come out of his house. I could see what Frank meant by saying he’d have to be rich to own the place. It was huge.
“Oh, we just wanted your autograph. Anyone who lives in a house like that must be important.” I said smiling, handing him a piece of paper and a pen.
“Ah. That’s fine, then. Who should I make it out to?” He smiled back.
“Actually, that won’t be necessary.” Gerard said, sneaking up behind him and taping his mouth shut. He struggled a bit, until we threw him in the trunk of our car. I had the perfect plan. We would take him to the local cemetery and have him dig his own grave. Then we would have some fun.
The cemetery was very nice. The headstones were all clean, none of them cracked. There were some fresh graves, some old ones, and some with flowers on them. It looked like a nice place to hang out some time. I handed the might-be-senator a large shovel and told him to dig. He refused to do so.
“I suggest you dig, or your death will be long and painful.” I hissed in his ear. He listened after that. We were in the most crowded part of the cemetery. Graves were only a foot or so apart. Who would notice if there was an extra one?
Five feet deep, seven feet long, three feet wide. That’s how big his grave was. It was now 12:00, having taken him three and a half hours to dig it while we watched and laughed as he did it. Mikey was first to stick a knife in him. He cut off the man’s right ear. Gerard and Mikey joined in, opening his chest. Blood spurted out in all directions, covering each of us.
“Don’t kill him, boys. I have an idea.” I said. Frank stopped trying to crack his sternum to get to his organs. Gerard gave him a final stab to the arm and walked away. Mikey finished his smile before turning to me, confused. I motioned for them to get out of the hole in the ground and grabbed a shovel. I started throwing dirt onto his body, while his breathing became labored. He tried to scream, but the air came out in short gasps, wheezes, and hyperventilation. Dirt was inside his ribcage, covering his organs. I waved goodbye to him before I threw the dirt on his face. He tried to struggle and get away, but the pain of his wounds prevented him from doing so. His grave was filled in soon, and we all went back to our house for a last night together. Tomorrow, I must do it all on my own. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, though.
“I think we should make tonight extra special.” I suggested. “We should kill someone special, that a ton of people will miss. Just to see how long it’ll take them to find the body.” He nodded and yelled for Gerard and Frank to discuss it with them. Ray was playing extremely loud music in his room, just like a rebellious teenager defying his parents. He wouldn’t be able to hear us. Bob went out for coffee a few minutes ago, so we didn’t have to worry about him.
“What do you think about a senator tonight?” Mikey said calmly, still half focusing on the news.
“Sure. How are we going to get him out of his house?” Gerard asked.
“I know where this really big house is. I think the guy who lives there is a senator. He goes for a walk almost every night at eight o’ clock.” Frank said. “Even if he’s not, he still must be rich. Anyone who’s rich would probably be missed.”
“Okay, we’ll kill him. Frank, lead the way to his house.” I said. “It’s almost eight.”
“What are you doing out at this hour?” The man had asked us. He’d just come out of his house. I could see what Frank meant by saying he’d have to be rich to own the place. It was huge.
“Oh, we just wanted your autograph. Anyone who lives in a house like that must be important.” I said smiling, handing him a piece of paper and a pen.
“Ah. That’s fine, then. Who should I make it out to?” He smiled back.
“Actually, that won’t be necessary.” Gerard said, sneaking up behind him and taping his mouth shut. He struggled a bit, until we threw him in the trunk of our car. I had the perfect plan. We would take him to the local cemetery and have him dig his own grave. Then we would have some fun.
The cemetery was very nice. The headstones were all clean, none of them cracked. There were some fresh graves, some old ones, and some with flowers on them. It looked like a nice place to hang out some time. I handed the might-be-senator a large shovel and told him to dig. He refused to do so.
“I suggest you dig, or your death will be long and painful.” I hissed in his ear. He listened after that. We were in the most crowded part of the cemetery. Graves were only a foot or so apart. Who would notice if there was an extra one?
Five feet deep, seven feet long, three feet wide. That’s how big his grave was. It was now 12:00, having taken him three and a half hours to dig it while we watched and laughed as he did it. Mikey was first to stick a knife in him. He cut off the man’s right ear. Gerard and Mikey joined in, opening his chest. Blood spurted out in all directions, covering each of us.
“Don’t kill him, boys. I have an idea.” I said. Frank stopped trying to crack his sternum to get to his organs. Gerard gave him a final stab to the arm and walked away. Mikey finished his smile before turning to me, confused. I motioned for them to get out of the hole in the ground and grabbed a shovel. I started throwing dirt onto his body, while his breathing became labored. He tried to scream, but the air came out in short gasps, wheezes, and hyperventilation. Dirt was inside his ribcage, covering his organs. I waved goodbye to him before I threw the dirt on his face. He tried to struggle and get away, but the pain of his wounds prevented him from doing so. His grave was filled in soon, and we all went back to our house for a last night together. Tomorrow, I must do it all on my own. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, though.
