The Convincing Heart

By Buddylee820 All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Adventure

Kyle's Room

Kyle stood on the edge of the chair, ready to kill himself. His inner battle had come to end, and the noose was drawn and hung. His mahogany chair creaked when he stepped on to it, his short, medium built figure barely being supported by it. Kyle pushes his blonde hair out his rose-tinted blue eyes, ready to leave this world of misery. He tightened the noose around his neck, and said a prayer to God to ensure his way to a better place. He straightened his funeral wear and was about to jump, when a man walked into the room.

Very tall, long black hair slicked back, he was a good-looking young gentleman. He was clothed regally, a black matte suit with a bright red dress shirt and slacks to match. He ran into the room, suit flowing behind him, brimming with purpose. He stopped in front of Kyle, and looked up towards him with a look of sadness, his green irises shouting a story of pain.

“Why, Kyle?” he said in a soothing, gravelly voice. “You were made for so much more than this. You are stronger than anyone I know, but you take the coward’s way out?”

“It’s my wife,” Kyle muttered, sadly. “She killed herself and my legacy. How do I continue to live when even my love can’t stand the sight of me? She said she killed herself to rid herself of me.”

“Oh, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, you poor man. She was distressed. She was under a lot of pressure at work, and she couldn’t handle it. There's not anything you could blame yourself for. She shattered like glass under the weight of her burden. She tried to kill you with those shards. Don't let her.”

“How can I not?” Kyle bellowed. “I should have been her rock, her support system, in her time of need! I let her slip away in my grasp, and now she’s gone. I threw into the glass and drug her around!”

Kyle finished his thought with a sob, a heaving sob that wrecked his very core. The tears flowed from the waterfall of his eyes. He sniffled, and brought his gaze back unto the man’s.

During the whole time of Kyle’s moans, the man grew impatient of his noises. When Kyle looked again upon the man’s gaze, his eyes were drained of the sadness they held, replaced with a flame of anger.

“So what if the bitch blames you for her deadlocked situation?” the man roared. “She was a delusional, psychotic mess. If she blames you for her mess, instead on cleaning it herself, then screw her! Get a new life, write a new legacy! Don’t be restrained with her self-loathing; be transformed, reinvigorated! She was a weighted rock, drawing you into the pits of hell. You are now free of her grasp, and you swim deeper? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You can’t speak ill of the dead, blasphemer! You never knew her, with her smile, her radiating glow, and worth that was held in my heart! How dare you accuse her of putting me here. I put myself here. I pushed her over the edge. She would’ve been alive if not for me and my actions.”

“How? Did you pull the trigger? Tell her to murder your 9-year-old son and then kill herself? I suppose you then fucked with her brain, putting voices inside her and also forced her die from the meddling of the inner soul? How can you possibly kill yourself for that, hmm? HOW?”

“I…didn’t… well, I mean, she…”

“Exactly. You didn’t do shit. What do you owe her, your life? She fell down the rabbit hole, not you. Now that we are over this, why not step down from there? Come and join the land of the living, Kyle and be reborn.”

Kyle thought, and remembered the good times with his wife. The happy memories and the sad, the hateful and the joyous, all together in a bittersweet package. He remembered her favorite treats, her little human imperfections, the things that made her unique. He thought of all the places they went, the meals they shared, all the people they’ve met. Then, like a lifted cloud, the view was made clear, and remembered one fatal fact.

“You never met her.”

“What?”

“You never met her. She never said anything about you, and I only met you a month ago. I never brought her up in conversations, and she never went anywhere you would go. How do you know her?”

“Well, haven't I gotten all stuck in a pickle,” the man chuckled.

“Explain, now,” Kyle demanded forcefully.

“Have you ever had a thought, one that could change the world? Mine was a machine that could fly, and defy gravity. After learning that was impossible due to insufficient technology, I was dismayed. But I birthed another idea, a vastly different one than the predecessor. Why not be a thinker? I could have all original thoughts and use them to benefit my personal gain. So my next thought was born; to conquer something. After searching diligently for myself, I found a medium I could control: the human mind. Through various experiments and trials, I could conquer, and I would make my own. Your wife’s mind was so fun to play with. I found the structure that made it whole, and I turned it on itself. She crashed, and in the wake, took you and your son.”

“Why did you do it? She and I had nothing against you, and neither did my son! How could you!”

“It wasn’t about grievances, or even about power. I did it as a test, as a testing of something greater. I will use what I learned to bend everyone to my will. I even got you, Kyle to kill yourself. Am I good, or what?”

“What are you going to do? Kill everyone in your wake? Fuck up the world?”

“No, no, no. it will be better than that. It will be extraordinary, wonderful and inspiring. Too sad you won’t see it, though.”

“What?”

With the final word from the man’s lips, the chair was kicked away, and Kyle was left dangling by his noose of his own design. He flittered and spasmed, trying to undo the curse he bestowed upon himself. During this struggle, the man came and whispered into Kyle’s ear.

“Those who oppose me as you have done, will face your fate. You could have faced a long road ahead, full of wonder, riches and love. All you had to do was be my puppet, but you cut your strings. I have no need for stringless puppets.”

Upon the ending of the speech, Kyle died. Looking around the desolate room, the man saw nothing of value, and saw no reason to linger. Walking again with an overflowing purpose and renewed sense of vigor, he left the room, leaving it as it was; with a man, a chair, and a noose.

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