A/N: Ok heres the part where the story reverts back to Tom. I don't really have anything to say except I thank everyone that has reviewed! (Especially Dawnie and umm Lykos)

Scarlett's Burial

Tom woke up, and immediately wanted to be asleep again. His back felt like it has been ran over (numerous times) by an 18-wheeler. Shutting his eyes, he tried to urge his body back into its deepest state of sleep. It didn't work. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and attempted to get up. All of his muscles voiced their disapproval with sharp pangs of extreme pain. Groaning, he forced himself up and shuffled over to the bathroom. As he relieved himself, everything came flooding back to him.



Scarlett is dead she's dead I can't believe it, I killed her, I attacked her with a hoe, I really did-

Tom reeled and fainted dead away. He fell sideways off of the toilet and into the bathtub, smacking his head off of the shower wall. Mercifully, he didn't feel it.



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He awoke several hours later, with a headache adding to his copious aches and pains. Tottering downstairs with the balance of a newly mobile toddler, he finally made his way into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet, and spent a few minutes searching before he found some aspirin. Grimacing, he swallowed it dry. It was evident to him what he had to do. He had to bury Scarlett, hide the evidence.

The aspirin was finally kicking in, and he walked outside. He walked past the garden and into the shed, where he retrieved a pair of gardening gloves. Putting the gloves on, he walked around to the garden, and saw Scarlett, his ex-wife. She was pale and lifeless, and her eyes were glazed over. A gummy crust of hardening blood was forming in a macabre design on her chest. Her arms were lying in positions that couldn't be very comfortable... well... she was dead, so he guessed it didn't matter. He bent over and rolled Scarlett into the hole he had dug the day before. She landed in it with a thump. Tom then got the shovel from its resting place in the dirt and began filling in the hole.

After about an hour's hard labor, he was finished. He had buried Scarlett, and was rid of her forever. His deeply ingrained obedience still had hold of him, however, and he went into the shed, got the bean seeds, and went back out to the garden. Before he realized what he was doing, he was planting seeds; planting seeds in neat little rows, up and down, up and down, until the garden was full. Though he was only awake for a couple hours, he was already exhausted, so he made his way up to his room and fell on the bed, immediately in a deep slumber.