The waves, breaking in time to my music.

It was magical.

I play, plucking the strings with prowess. I don't need a book, I don't need manuscript. I have my mind, I have the feel. Silhouettes all around me, weeping at the beauty of my notes. The wind playing harmonies, the sea keeping time. The world, made tranquil by my harp. I was made for this moment. Born for it.

The sky fluttered; the scene disappeared for a second.

No! I continue playing. Not yet, it can't be over already! I glance at the other figure, her delight at my fear apparent. I play harder, harsher, more demanding. Her satisfaction grows, and the facade weakens. White walls become visible out of the corner of my eye, the waves get softer and more distant, the wind stops playing with my hair. The harp turns from golden eloquence to wooden poverty, white silken dress turns to brown rags. The only constant is her, her baton gliding through the air with precision and calm. DOWN two three four DOWN two three four DOWN two three four...

I throw my harp at her. I know it will not hit her, I know it will not so much as perturb her. But it still makes me feel better, better than submitting to her unflinching person, her untouchable character. I continue with my rage, standing up to hurl my stool at her, which doesn't so much as create enough of a breeze to ruffle her black dress.

DOWN two three four DOWN two three four...

I step forward, then again, until I'm running, charging hard at her, murder in my heart. I pull back my arm to swing at her, and

DOWN...

fall to the grou

Two...

nd, an inhuma

Three...

n scream wrenched out o

Four...

f me as I suffer imme

DOWN...

nse pain, pain that draws sec

Two...

onds into minutes, hou

Three...

rs, days. There is noth

Four...

ing but the pain, the torture, it will never en-

I collapse, a pile of wrenching sobs.

"You (DOWN) never (two three) learn, (three) do (DOWN )you (two)?"

I look up, fearful yet unable to reply. She sees I heard, and walks off (DOWN two three four) in time to the baton.

"Don't go!"

The sharp click of the door locking, and I'm alone again. The light left with her, so did all motivation or energy I had had. Everything was replaced with exhaustion, hopelessness, aching, depression.

She is my captor, my prison, and my enemy, but she is also my life, my love and my hope.

A/N: Hey, I think I'm going to continue this, I hope I motivate myself enough to. Inspired by: .