The End Of The F***ing World (TEOTFW Novel Adaptation)

Episode Four- Part One.

(THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE WILL BE IN ITALICS)

The heat from the fire left our faces bright red, red as the blood on Alyssa's shirt. Red as her bra.

In one swift movement she dumped the bundled bedsheets into the flames, closely followed by her t-shirt. All around us, the sun pinked the sky like watercolours.

Alyssa bent down and picked up a red button shirt from the grass and put it over her bare torso.

"Isn't it a bit fucked up wearing his clothes?" I asked.

She paused and looked at me. "I think the fucked up bit was murdering him."

I looked down into the fire.

Six hours earlier

The body lay bleeding in front of us, and after we caught our breath I had no other option but to turn and vomit onto the wooden floor in front of us. It was a thick, sour bile that left an acidic sting in my throat.

After what must have been at least a minute, I straightened up and looked at Alyssa. "Sorry."

"It's okay." She was shivering.

"Should we go to the police?" I could hardly talk. I felt faint.

"What?" She tensed even harder.

I thought for a moment. "It was self defence."

"We broke into his house, James." She sounded afraid of me.

"Yeah, he was going to hurt you." I quivered.

"You think they're going to believe that?" She raised a bloodstained eyebrow.

"It's the truth." It was. I couldn't let her get hurt like that... I couldn't...

Alyssa seemed weirdly calm.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!

"We need to hide the body." She said, standing by the corpse's feet. "Come on."

I stood like a deer in the headlights.

"James!" She shouted.

"Sorry." I mumbled, going to the body's head.

We bent down and on Alyssa's count of three we tried as hard as we could to lift him up. It was the heaviest thing I think I've ever tried to pick up. We couldn't do it.

"Shit." Alyssa sighed. "Again. One, two, three."

Once again we could hardly get him off the floor. Alyssa gave up, standing upright. I was still holding onto the man's shoulders. "Dead people are heavier than alive people." I said. "I read that."

"Good to know." She looked nervous. "We need to clean up. We need to get rid of every trace of us."

The dead body was staring me in the eye, and I stared back. My legs swayed a little.

"Can you hear me, James?" Alyssa called. "Do you understand? No one can know that we've been here, okay? If we can't get rid of him we have to get rid of us. Let's go find some bleach."

I started walking and noticed footprints.

"Take your shoes off!" She scolded me. "And clean up that blood."

Alyssa seemed to know what she was doing. I figured that if I just did what I was told then it might be alright. She said it would help if we had some music on while we cleaned. It kind of did.

This was bad, this was really fucking bad.

I didn't know if it was the right thing to be doing. I was just thinking about what people did on the TV when they'd done that.