5 years.................
7 months.............
2 weeks.............
5 days............
14 hours...........
6 minutes...........
45, 46, 47 seconds
5 years ago, I was sent to this place; where ever "this place" is. I was gagged and blind folded as they dragged me here. I'm a songstress but they call me a witch. Just because whenever I sing people around me die. They listen to me and it's almost as if they're accepting their death. People soon found out . So I was arrested and sent here. But since I'm the mayor's daughter I get treated a little differently then the other prisoners.
My Name is Roseangela Merrywheather. Or at least i think that's what it is. I don't speak, can't speak really. You see they called in a witch to curse me. The curse only allows me to speak when spoken to. No one speaks to me, though. It's a taboo among my guards and anyone who sees me.
I'm not alone. There's a boy who is a year older I, 20, and an old man named "John" Or "Old Man John" as they call him. The boy doesn't know his name sadly. He says he woke up on the outskirts of town and had no memory of who or where he was. So they sent him here to live with me . Well, not with me cause I have my own cell. They live in the building next to mine but they basically live in front of my cell.
They call the young man things like: "Boy", "Sonny" "Brat" Or "Kid". I can tell it hurts him inside, to not know his own name. Going so many years without knowing your name. I feel bad for him.
" I wouldn't do that sonny," Old man John warns.
"But she looks so lonely,' he says staring at my frantically shaking head, warning him not to talk to me.
"Whats your name , young maiden?"
"Roseangela Merrywheather!" The words are torn from my mouth.His eyes light up at my musical tinkle-ing voice. Please not him ,too!!
"Roseangela..." He breathes. "Roseangela, why are you here?" NO!!! PLEASE DON"T ASK THAT!!! But it's too late..
"Siren-like behavior!" I hiss out. Please make him stop there i don't want to sing to him. He needs to live!
"Sirens.. Sirens... Oh their those mermaids that sing people to death basically. Hmm I wonder. Sing to me. I want to hear you..."
"NO!!!" Old man John screams at the same time I scream it mentally. I have no choice.I must sing. I wince as I wait for the hazy feeling to come over me like it always does.
I'm waiting....
Waiting....
Waiting...
Nothing happens.
"Why aren't I singing?" I ask my self but not until he answers me do I realize I said it out loud.
"Maybe you haven't thought of anything yet." he suggests
"Oh dear God, she's can speak. That means the curse is broken." Old man John whisper in horror.
"Curse?" The boy asks confused.
"Yes," I reply. "A witch put a curse on me that allows me to speak when spoken to when and only when spoken to, but it seems it worn off." I answer in wonder. "But just in case: I am innocent! didn't kill those people! I don't know what did but it wasn't me!! I don't think I'm a witch but... Please believe me!! If I'm a witch , I don't want to be." I'm babbling so I shut up
"John she can't be a witch, she's too confused." He says softly
"You're absolutely right, sonny." They both agree!
I feel a smile creep it's way onto my face. I realize i haven't smiled in 5 year and I giggle with glee.The both look and me and we all start giggling. It feels good to smile and laugh like this.
"I'm going to get you out here, Roseangela. I promise you this. I need you're help me though. Tell me who did you sing to when you were at home?"
"No one I just sang in the woods... I was shy, very shy." I answer sadly.
"Okay, well do you remember how it went?" He asked excited.
"Hmm .. Yes, yes!! I remember!!" I respond, just as excited.
"Perfect! Would you sing at exactly 7 tonight . Old man and I will cover our ears so we don't-" he makes a motion with his index finger across his neck. So we don't die..
"Yes um I will." Don't worry. I'll try not to kill you.
"Alright then, I'll see you later Roseangela." He turns to leave
"Rose, " I say
"What?"
"Call me Rose, Nathaniel."
"Nathaniel?"
"Gift from God. That's what your name means. That's what you are to me." I smile
"Thank you, Rose" he turn and leaves but not before I see a tear roll down his cheek.
