Page 8 - Blood and thunder

“What?”
“Let's do this" John tried to look as calm as possible, even without looking at me
— "We're going to wrap him in the sheet, then roll him up in a black bag and throw him
in the lake nearby”
“But there's going to be people on the street” I said.
“It's six o'clock on a Sunday morning, the most serious thing we're going to have
to deal with is drunken people” He had a good point. I ended up agreeing to the plan.
What followed was the most disgusting thing I had ever done in my life, the smell
of decomposition was beginning to show and the nausea I had been feeling since before
became a reality, I had to go several times to the toilet to vomit.
When everything, or rather he, was ready, we continued with the main idea. I
stood there staring at the black bag. A jolt of reality hit me: I am about to throw a corpse
into the river, a man with family and friends, I am an accomplice to this atrocity.
I couldn't help the crying that accompanied these thoughts. I felt John's hand on
my shoulder.
“I know..." He sighed, "I know” — Those were the only words he said to me at
the time, and honestly, no more needed to be said.
Everything was a blur at the time, I felt like I had hit my head, there were times
that I realized I was in places that I didn’t remember going to.
I remember that in a moment I was cleaning the floor when I raised my head and
found John staring at me in silence. “What?” He didn’t say anything.
Suddenly, John's face changed to Marcus', his lifeless, bloodied face. It couldn’t
be true, I must be dreaming. I backed away quickly as I screamed in horror when I felt
a hand on my shoulder. It was my husband, asking me if I was okay.
I glanced at the room, nothing had changed. What was happening? Maybe God
was punishing me for my acts, maybe it was Marcus' soul who hated me for helping

John, or maybe I was just going crazy.
We lifted Marcus' body between the two of us, it was hard to overthink it so
much so I tried to distract myself with the morning sunlight hitting my face.
We passed several drunk people, just as John had anticipated; none of them
thought it was strange to see two people carrying a bag with a notable person inside.
We approached the security bar before the river, just about to dump the load we
were holding, and…
Today, writing this, I am still trying to remember what happened at the moment
my head went blank. It felt like a blackout or a dream, the only thing I remember, as
hard as it is for me to write this or even think about it: I woke up feeling someone
touching my arms, they were talking to me but I didn't understand what they were
trying to tell me, everything felt extremely far away. My blurred vision could only
identify one thing floating in the water, had we been caught? I looked to my side to look
for John's gaze to decipher what was going on, but I couldn't find it.