Bury my Ashes
She shoveled dirt out of the way, taking a moment to stare at the small hole before her.
There were so many. So many lives, so many families, so many souls. She'd destroyed so many people. And had been easy. Taking a life was like second nature. It felt so natural, she couldn't imagine not doing it. Killing. It was just so easy, it was almost a hobby.
Slowly she began piling her past into the earth.
She could still hear them screaming. Crying. Begging. They would beg a lot. They begged for her to spare them, they'd had even given very bold offers for their lives. Nothing they had to offer could ever please her. Nothing was as rewarding as they're blood. It made her feel powerful, in control. And she always wanted more. Enough, was never enough. That had led her to drastic things. Things she regretted, some, she didn't.
She pushed mounds of dirt over her life. Images of fires and terrified people dancing through her mind.
Now she was declaring no more. She was done with this. She'd seen enough, done enough, but no more. It was all too much. She had brought so much fear into so many people, she'd been told that people would rather kill themselves than simply think about her. And of course, she hadn't cared. How could she care? That was the fear she had wanted them to feel, it was what she lived off of. Hearing those stories was the drive she needed to continue.
Her old life was gone.
She wasn't going to do that to anyone, not anymore. Maybe they wouldn't believe it right away, but sooner or later, they'd have to. Wouldn't they? She'd done some horrible things, her sins wouldn't ever be forgotten, she'd always carry the weight from her past on her shoulders. But somebody would believe she'd found redemption. Maybe not anybody who mattered to her, but someone would believe her, and stand up for her. She just wanted one somebody to believe her. Somebody.