My Music Box

Chapter 7

I forget how long it's been since I first listened to the box. Alexander has been coming to talk less and less. Apparently the other D-men have been complaining about the noise, and giving him a hard time about it, but I don't care.

I just sit here, day in and day out, holding the box, and letting it play.

Whenever the music stops, I begin to shake. I always have to immediately turn it back on to keep myself calm. I can't even fall asleep unless the music is playing.

I feel myself getting more and more attached to the box, but I allow it. It's not like I have anything else. It's mine. It was given to me. It's the only thing I have left.

However.... others have grown not so fond of the box.

Eventually Alexander stops coming. He's replaced with this new guy, who doesn't speak to me other than telling me to please shut the music box off. 

I never listen.

At night I can hear other D-Men whisper, talking about how annoying the constant sound is. I hate them. I miss Alexander. I hear them whisper how he isn't in charge of me anymore due to 'not being able to control me,' whatever that means. 

It makes me a little sad. 

I don't think I hate him anymore. I hate these new guys though. They don't speak to me other than to yell, they don't sneak extra food in for me, and they don't even tell me their names.

"SERIOUSLY, ENOUGH WITH THE MUSIC!" A D-Man tells me the next morning. 

I say nothing, and continue listening.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! ENOUGH WITH THE MUSIC!"

"I heard you," I quietly respond. "I just chose to ignore your request."

I smile, and lean my head to the side, when I suddenly hear my cell door open. I quickly turn my head and look up to see a D-man standing in the doorway, gripping his spear.

"If you won't turn the music off, then I'll be forced to do it myself," He says. I grab the box and hold it close to me. "You wouldn't dare. Have you forgotten who I am?!"

I feel my heart accelerate.

"Have YOU forgotten who you are?! You've gone mad! Listening to the same thing day in and day out! It's a problem, and it's annoying the heck out of us!" He takes a step closer.

"Don't," I hiss.

"I'm the guard. You're the prisoner. You don't get to tell me what to do," He states. Then, he quickly snatches my box out of my hands and takes a few steps back. I try grabbing it back, but the chain on my ankle prevents me from doing so.

I begin to shiver, rage coursing through me. "GIVE IT BACK!"

He smiles. "No."

I feel my face het up as I desperately reach for it. "THAT BOX IS ALL I HAVE! GIVE IT BACK!" I scream, afraid.

I have never felt so terrified of losing something. Actually, I've never felt so terrified, ever.

Then, he lifts it into the air....

My eyes go wide.

And, he throws it onto the ground, causing the beautiful box to shatter.

It shattered.

It shattered.

IT SHATTERED!!!

I let out a scream as the music stops. Then he kicks the remaining pieces back to me, and shuts the door. "That'll keep it quiet," He mutters.