Status: Taking a slightly (or not) dark turn with this one. UPDATE: It's gonna be dark.
The Conductor
Michael
Thirteen months.
Thirteen months of lies.
Of fear.
Of loneliness.
“You sure have been purchasing a lot of ice lately, Tyler.”
Marissa gave a curious look as she handed me two large bags of said item.
I smiled.
“I’m working on a…big project.”
“You need all of this ice for the marionettes?”
I nodded.
She smiled.
“I better be the first one to see the final product, Tyler.”
“I’ll be sure that will happen.”
| x | x | x |
A dimly lit room.
A zinc and copper battery placed on the floor.
A bathtub, full of ice; A pale, lanky figure resting on top – fresh stitch marks on the left side of the chest.
I knelt down in front of the bathtub, grabbing a hold of the limp, ice cold hand.
“I know that you wouldn’t want this. I know that you would have wanted me to move on…”
I wiped away a tear that was falling.
“…But…I couldn’t. When I said that I wouldn’t live without you, I meant it! and…I wanted to end it…I wanted to end it all, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it! I’m such a coward! And…!”
Inhale. Exhale.
I connected the wires to his head and then to the battery.
“…I really need you here with me again.”
I administered the charge and watched the body tremble and convulse.
“Please, come back…”
I stopped the charge, waiting with a held breath.
“Please come back…!”
No movement.
No breathing.
No heartbeat.
“Please! Please wake up! Don’t do this!”
A moment of silence before I fell to the floor, grabbing onto my hair.
I can’t do this.
I cannot do this anymore!
I stood up and walked over to the desk, opening the drawer and taking out the revolver.
I stared at it for a moment, breathing slowly.
I will not be afraid.
I will not be afraid.
I need to end it. I can’t live like this anymore!
A small click! before I pressed the barrel to my temple.
A finger on the trigger.
“Three…”
I shut my eyes closed.
“Two…”
My hand started to tremble.
“…One—”
A small cough sounded, causing me to drop the weapon in an instant.
I turned around, holding my breath again as I inched my way back towards the bathtub.
A hand out of place.
Chest, slowly rising and falling.
Brown eyes, open and frantically scanning the room.
A huge grin made its way onto my lips as I placed a hand onto his cold cheek.
His eyes met mine – my vision was blurred by my tears, but I could still see him leaning into my touch with a relaxed exhale afterwards.
“Welcome back…Michael.”
Thirteen months of lies.
Of fear.
Of loneliness.
“You sure have been purchasing a lot of ice lately, Tyler.”
Marissa gave a curious look as she handed me two large bags of said item.
I smiled.
“I’m working on a…big project.”
“You need all of this ice for the marionettes?”
I nodded.
She smiled.
“I better be the first one to see the final product, Tyler.”
“I’ll be sure that will happen.”
| x | x | x |
A dimly lit room.
A zinc and copper battery placed on the floor.
A bathtub, full of ice; A pale, lanky figure resting on top – fresh stitch marks on the left side of the chest.
I knelt down in front of the bathtub, grabbing a hold of the limp, ice cold hand.
“I know that you wouldn’t want this. I know that you would have wanted me to move on…”
I wiped away a tear that was falling.
“…But…I couldn’t. When I said that I wouldn’t live without you, I meant it! and…I wanted to end it…I wanted to end it all, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it! I’m such a coward! And…!”
Inhale. Exhale.
I connected the wires to his head and then to the battery.
“…I really need you here with me again.”
I administered the charge and watched the body tremble and convulse.
“Please, come back…”
I stopped the charge, waiting with a held breath.
“Please come back…!”
No movement.
No breathing.
No heartbeat.
“Please! Please wake up! Don’t do this!”
A moment of silence before I fell to the floor, grabbing onto my hair.
I can’t do this.
I cannot do this anymore!
I stood up and walked over to the desk, opening the drawer and taking out the revolver.
I stared at it for a moment, breathing slowly.
I will not be afraid.
I will not be afraid.
I need to end it. I can’t live like this anymore!
A small click! before I pressed the barrel to my temple.
A finger on the trigger.
“Three…”
I shut my eyes closed.
“Two…”
My hand started to tremble.
“…One—”
A small cough sounded, causing me to drop the weapon in an instant.
I turned around, holding my breath again as I inched my way back towards the bathtub.
A hand out of place.
Chest, slowly rising and falling.
Brown eyes, open and frantically scanning the room.
A huge grin made its way onto my lips as I placed a hand onto his cold cheek.
His eyes met mine – my vision was blurred by my tears, but I could still see him leaning into my touch with a relaxed exhale afterwards.
“Welcome back…Michael.”
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