The Tell Tale Heart (Old Man's P.O.V)

DEATH! All I remember is death! Or -- maybe -- just maybe, more - than just death. Maybe about how freighted I was that night. Like how I wanted to jump of my body to escape my fear. Or maybe about how betrayal can be. The saddest thing about betrayal, is that it never comes from your enemies, but from the people you love and trust... Why? Why would he do it? I never wronged him. I never insulted him. Was it because of my gold? No... My eye can see through him. It wasn't that... What was it? Was it from my eye itself? Yes... It was. I could feel his blood running cold every time I made any eye contact, but -- was it that much! That much to give him a convincing idea to try to kill me? Did he not feel the trust I had for him? Now, at this point, you might say that I shouldn't have trusted him. You might be right. Though, to me,he was like a son of my own. But you should have seen him. You should have seen how he acted with dissimulation. I defiantly didn't see him coming...

He was never kinder to me than during the entire week before he tried to kill me. Now at this point, you might think he was suspicious... You are - wrong - very wrong. He made sure nothing was perfect. It was completely, absolutely, perfectly planned. He defiantly had mind of his own. He was extremely smart. Smarter than anyone I know. As sly as a fox ; he was! He was convincing enough to make me trust him even more. A trickster he was that night. How it all started, and how a life ended...

Every night, I would sleep in my black as pitch with the thick darkness, room. I could hear the clock ticking. For I could see nothing, I didn't believe that there was anything to be feared of. Then, I started to hear a cracking sound from the door, like it was being opened! Slowly -- very, very slowly, but I could not see it. I could not see anything at all! I stayed in my place; didn't move a muscle... I was trying to assume that it was just the wind. As I felt the door open more and more; I grew more and more worried. Then I could hear footsteps! Footsteps entering my lonely, gloomy room.

I sprang up in bed, crying out -- "Who's there?!"
Everything kept quite still and no one said nothing...

For a whole hour, there was nothing and in the meantime, I did not lie down. I was still sitting up in bed listening; -- presently I made a slight groan. A groan of mortal terror. I layed wake ever since the first slight noise. My fears had been growing upon me. I had been telling myself -- " It is nothing but the wind in the chimney -- It is only a mouse crossing the floor," Yes, I was trying to comfort myself with these suppositions, but i could not.

Then there came a low, dull, quick sound, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. It was the beating of my own heart. And now at the dead hour of the night; there I was. I felt it. I felt DEATH! Nothing but death! The beating grew louder and louder! I thought my heart must burst! I let out a shriek! In an instant, I was dragged to the floor as someone opened a light of a crevice...

I saw his face... I didn't believe it. It was him! The most man I ever trusted as a friend, as a family member!

Then I felt the heavy blanket fall upon me. Upon my head as I can no longer breathe... My heart beated faster and faster and louder and louder! My hour had come... I could no longer feel conscious. As everything started to get darker than it already is, the room got more and more silent. I could no longer feel anything at all. Nothing! And that's all... That's all I remember. But mostly... DEATH!

THE END

AUTHOR ~ I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING MY FIRST STORY (^_^).