False Image

Raga, the name still rings in my ears even as I sleep. What is this strange sensation? I can see myself sitting in a window seal with my legs dangling out. I can feel a soft breeze on my skin. That's strange I don't remember ever feeling so peaceful in my life. Where is this memory coming from? Is it possible that I have had such moments in my life? I can see a building in the distance. It is magnificent and grand in comparison to the shabby building I am in. The sky above me is dark yet the sun is shining brightly above the building in the distance. I can see a boy running by in the third floor window. I can remember how happy he always seemed to be. When night fell I could see him out on the balcony starring up at the stars. He would sing a sweet song and pour out his heart. It was a beautiful sight. It was as if he was trying to reach the heavens or perhaps a parallel world that was beyond our imaginations. I would join in his song, in hopes that maybe I could help his song reach its destination. When he would finish his song tears would roll down both of our faces. Why was the boy crying? More importantly why was I crying? I could not understand these emotions that had suddenly overcome me. Maybe I was just too young and inexperienced in life to comprehend these feelings.

*Thud* I awoke and found myself on the floor. What happened did I roll off the bed in my sleep? I usually sleep like the dead why am I suddenly moving around in my sleep? Oh, well I will just try to fall back to sleep and maybe this time I won't have strange dreams. I stood up and crawled back into bed. It was a cold night, so I curled up underneath my blanket. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. My body was shivering from the cold. Was it always this cold in here? I could feel little bumps on the surface of my skin as I tried to warm up my arms with the friction from my hands. The rough texture of my skin added a shiver down my spine to my already shaking body. Maybe it is getting to be around winter time. If that is the case I have been here longer than I had previously thought. It's strange, when did I loose track of time, or have I been counting wrong from the first moment I got here? It's hard to say maybe this is yet another sign that I am slowly losing my mind.

I sit up and hug my knees up against my chest with the blanket still wrapped around me. I try rocking myself back and forth in an attempt to make myself sleepy. My efforts are wasted because this has no effect on me. I decided to sing myself a song to pass the time and get my mind off of how cold it is. I unconsciously sing the song that I had heard in my dream. With every note I could feel my body warming up. I couldn't quit understand how this was possible but I was grateful. I had finished the song and almost fell asleep when I heard a creak. It was the familiar sound of the floor boards. I looked out into the direction of the door but seen nothing. I listened carefully and I could hear the faint sound of someone crying. It was a grown man's voice. Was my abductor crying? Was Raga really crying? I kind of laughed in the back of my head but I was careful not to let out a peep. What a minute, that's odd why does this grown man crying remind me of the little boy crying in my dream. The boy was gentle and frail, he looked as if he could break at the slightest touch. My abductor Raga was the exact opposite of this. So why? Why does my mind make them out to be so similar? Come to think of it the boy in my dream appeared to be very happy when he was running around during the day, but sad at night. It is true that people aren't always what they seem to be so maybe Raga isn't as evil and violent as he seems. Maybe just maybe this man has a soft -heart under that rough exterior. If this is indeed the case maybe just maybe I can slowly make my way into this man's heart. If I can manage that then escaping this place will be child's play.

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