Connected?

It has been three days since my sudden room change. The lights are still always left off, but during the day a little bit of light peaks through the cracks in the boards over the windows. I am glad that I am now able to know the difference between night and day. But of course knowing the time of day only makes the days seem longer. The only thing I have to look forward to in this place is meal times. I am beginning to feel more and more like a caged animal. My abductor hasn't spoken to me since the first day I was moved into this room. If I had to make a guess, the reason may be that he is embarrassed about his voice. Whatever his reason is I'm glad he hasn't asked me to do anything. Anyway I think it is around lunchtime now so my abductor should be here any minute. Maybe I will say something today just to test the waters. It has been way to boring lately so I might as well try to make conversation. I'm not really sure what I should say. Maybe I should ask how his day was? Nah, that dumb defiantly not something you ask the man holding you captive. Hmm, maybe I can ask his name? Yeah I think I will do that. *Creak* This time it was not the sound of a metal door opening, but the sound of the wooden boards giving way as the man's footsteps came closer. I had gotten used to this sound, if fact I sometimes even hear it in my sleep. He enters the room carrying a tray of food just like he has for the past few days now. I think to myself that today is the day that I will muster up the courage to talk to this man. I open my mouth but the words just won't come out. "Speak." I am still frozen in place as he repeats himself. "Speak!" Umm, yes I sorry I was just wondering if you could tell me your name please. ......... There was a silence that filled the room for what seemed like hours. He finally broke the silence and said,"call me Raga." In response to him I tell him my name is Harmony. He looks at me and walks away without saying another word.

I am now lost in thought. After that long period of silence I didn't expected him to give me an answer and yet he did. Not only am I confused about his odd behavior I am now trying to figure out where I have hear the name Raga before. It has a strange familiar feeling to it but I just can't seem to remember its significance. My mind

begins to think of random memories as I am trying to pick through my brain. Now another horrific moment of my past surfaces in my mind. It was about the time when I was 16 years old and decided I wanted to move away from home. I told my mother about my decision and she could care less. With my mind made up I had set out on my own and tried to make money with my love for singing. This turned out to be a pipe dream because as soon as my father noticed my absence he came looking for me. Like alway of course he was drunk and when he did find me he came with a bottle in his hand. He was so furious at the time that he busted the bottle over my head. I passed out after that and when I woke up I was already back in that wretched house that I had just managed to leave. That was the first time I had tried to escape but it was definitely not the last. The light that came through the cracks in the board over the window was no longer shining in. It was now night and I decided to put my thoughts to rest. I say my prays and once again sing myself to sleep. Just as I'm about to fall asleep a final thought came to mind. Raga I finially remember its meaning. It means melody. I think of how ironic it is that his name means melody and my name is Harmony. Is there some kind of deeper meaning behind this or is it merely a coincidence? Maybe this is a clue to finding out who this man is and what his purpose is. Nah, I'm sure it's just some kind out dumb luck. It has to be. After all this is reality not some jacked up fantasy story plot. Forget it let's just sleep now, I will think more about this in the morning.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***