maybe now you'll remember me

The beginning

Every night he'll come into my room and tell me a short story. I never really knew who he was. He always wore a mask while telling me stories. I love his soft, husky voice, it makes me feel more tranquil as I fall asleep listening to his stories. They weren't all love stories but they always made me feel like he's giving me part of his heart.

I was from a wealthy family following every rule in my family. Everyday is the same, we have the same schedule everyday, for example 7pm is dinner time, 8pm is shower, 8:30pm is reading time, 9pm is bedtime. Everyone have to turn off light at exactly 9:05. Everything is planned and prepared for me. There was no spark in my life because everything is the same. 

One day, my driver was late for one minute to pick me up. I thought something went wrong because he was always punctual. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth with a thick fabric, I then blacked out. To this day, I don't know who that was, but after that my life was very unorganized. I was then locked in a room, everyday there will be food sent to my room three times a day. I'm not allowed to go anywhere, that's why life is boring for me, but I'm used to it. I always lived a life of ordinary. The only exciting in my life was the masked man who would tell me a story each night before I fall asleep. He kept me companied, even though I don't know who he is, I fell in love with his voice and stories. 

I don't know anything about him, but I remember all his stories that made me excited to wake up the next morning.