The Tell-Heart: Old Man's Perspective

Betrayal

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     That kid, he's changed since he got that disease. He claims that he's fine. That nothing's changed. He tells me stories about the voices in Heaven, Hell, and Earth. I don't believe any of it. Of course, I could never tell that to his face. He seems so passionate, I could and never will ruin that passion. I absolutely refuse it. There is something suspicious about his recent behavior, though. He's been very jumpy and timid, even more so than usual. He also seems to be more... polite. Not that I'm complaining, he's a nice boy, it's just that even the nicest people can only do so much without presenting themselves as a fraud. But I'll just let it slide for now. I may talk to him about it eventually.

     I finished eating dinner, clean up, and turn in for a good night's slumber. I'm dreaming a most beautiful and slightly sad dream when I am suddenly awoken from a noise at the door. I'm awake, but I don't sit up. I try to brush it off as if it was me being startled from my dream. I try to go back to sleep, but then I hear something else. I jump up and yell "Whise there?!", but no one responds. I do not like what's going on. I have an eerie feeling that is starting to consume me. I stay up, barely batting an eye. If someone is there, then I want to see their face so I can give the police a good description. I will not let anyone take what little I have left. I don't have much, but it is my treasure. I have a jewelry set from my past wife, a gold watch passed down from my father, and of course, the most precious treasure of all, the boy. He is very dear to me and I will do anything for him.

     Then, a light from the doorway disrupts me from my thoughts. It shines on the blind eye so I'm not bothered too much. But, I am starting to feel more anxious than before. Someone is in my home. At first it was just a suspicion that someone was present in my room. But now, I know. They are watching me, waiting to strike. I can't see them, though, which is even more frightening. I pass a dry gulp down my throat to try to calm my nerves, but it is not working. I want to yell, scream, do something. But I'm paralyzed. If I do something, they might kill me. If I don't do anything, they will kill me. It's a lose-lose situation. I don't know what to do besides just sit there like a small, frail, and frightened creature.

     After a few moments, I am able to build up some courage to do something. I start to yell but I'm blinded by a bright light. I hear what I assume is the person in the doorway yell as the light shines bright in my eye and feel as if the world is turning right under me. I then realize the bed is being tipped over and I've been smothered underneath it. I try to fight but I can't do anything with the crushing weight of the bed on top of me. I feel like I'm being suffocated against the mattress. I can't breath. I'm starting to lose consciousness. Thoughts begin to frantically race through my mind as I continue to struggle.  'Help me. Help me. Help me. I can't move. Someone please save me'. Then, nothing.

     I feel the bed get lifted off of me. I am so relieved. I try to move but I can't. I believe that I am unconscious but something is off. I feel two fingers press against my neck and someone chuckles under their breath. I'm being dragged across the cold, wooden floor. It's very bumpy and my head gets banged quite a few times. I don't know why I can't open my eyes, or move at all for that matter.

     I've been lifted up and put into the cold, porcelain bath tub. The thudding man that had dragged and carried me is now getting further away. I hear the door close and I am now alone. I don't know what to do. I can't move, I can't talk, I can't do anything. I'm thinking about all sorts of different things. Then, it hits me, hard. I feel a cold, sharp blade pierce my neck. It keeps going. Striking, hitting, and wiggling around my esophagus. I can hear the cracking of my bones in my ears, and feel my own blood being spewed all over me. 'How? How am I feeling this? What's going on? Who's doing this?' Then, with another chilling strike, my good eye pops open. It's him. The boy that I had loved and cherished all these years. He's got an axe in his hand and is sriking down on me continuously. 'Why? Why has my beloved son betrayed me? I've been nothing but kind to him, and this is my repayment? What have I done wrong?' Then, as he sends one final blow towards my neck, my head pops off and I don't see anything anymore. It's all black. The darkness has finally caught up to me and now, I am finally consumed whole.
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Hello! I hope you enjoyed if you read to the end! I don't really know if anone is actually going to read this but if you haven't read the original Tell Tale Heart then I highly suggest it. It's really good story. I made this last school year for a reading/writing project and I wanted to share it because why not~

Btw, jic anyone was confused and you haven't read the original Tell Tale Heart, the old man did die from being smothered by the bed. I was just kind of playing off the idea that the brain has roughly 7 minutes if brain activity left before actually shutting off for good. I'm honestly really proud of this little creation I made a while back so I really hope you enjoyed!

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