The art of being alone

Chapter 5 part 2

                When Isaac sets me down inside where I have no where to run, he still leads me by the arm. Pulling me into a room in the basement.

                " If you manage to leave this place I will have no choice but to keep you in the same room as me." He says with the same devious smile that I have learned to dislike very much. I shiver and take a quick glance around.

                There is a hammock on the far side near a blue guitar and a bookshelf leaning on the left wall. The room was small and quiet with a built in heater, and dolphin rug. ( Why dolphins? ) Not to mention the big mural of a tropical island.

                " What is this room? " I ask walking over to look at the bookshelf. " It was an old toy room but now its mainly storage." he replies in a monotone as if visiting the times when this room wasn't so cliche.

                I pick up a book that has a title Where the Red Fern Grows, and look it over carefully. " You see this door? " says Isaac knocking on the cold metal " Its steel, meant to keep people in." he smiles. "Its not like we are prisoners or something? Why so many precautions?" I say quizzically. " Just making sure we don't have anyone leaving without permission." He says with a know-it-all look, " If I were to leave, what makes you think I would ask permission?" I smile sweetly. He steps toward me and says " Well you don't have much of a choice now do you?" and with that he leaves, closing the door behind him and sealing it shut.

                I want to punch him in the jaw again, I hate it when people have control over me. It makes me feel powerless over my own life, knowing that the decisions you make yourself are strongly influenced by those around you.

                That's why I don't have very many friends because its hard to find people who don't manipulate you.

                Anyways I'm stuck in a basement room with a steel door and no other way out. So what do I do? Well I grab the guitar and recite my song of course! ( as if it weren't obvious )

                I start to strum. This old Classical bass was much different from my New Flamenco made of rosewood.

I tune until I find the closest to a D minor sound that I can get and play those few lyrics that I have. Holding onto every word like its manna from heaven.

                My fingers ache from the sudden buzz of music coming through them. I feel it all the way to my chest where my breathing starts to fall in tune and soon my whole body is one giant extension of the instrument.

                At first im reciting my slow song but soon I'm diving into Avril Lavighne's Alice. My callused palms sliding against the strings and creating a wave of high pitched tune.

                Then I am all rock as I go into Journey's Don't Stop Believing. I'm creating such a medley of music that I barely notice when Isaac walks in holding a can of soda and slice of pizza.

                I stop just long enough to catch my breath and notice Isaac staring at me. " Um did you just..? " I begin " ya " he finishes. he hands me the plate and soda then waits for me to finish.

                " Your pretty good." he says after im done. I feel my face flush " Thanks but you werent supposed to see that." I say.

                " I know, I get it. What you do with an instrument is something private, that no one else can see, and when they do its like they have put down the sacred art." I scoff " Great speech Shake spear."  He glares, " I wont be surprised if before you leave I happen to train your attitude." he says.