Rusty

The atmosphere in this room has been quiet ever since I could remember. I am trapped here like a bird trapped in its cage. Loneliness is a curse that one can't bear for a long time. In my case, the time duration has surpassed the limit of my own. I want freedom! I want to interact! I want to voice out!

I could still remember the day when I was put into this room. It was years back. Hell, if I'm not mistaken Michael Jackson was still black when I first arrived in this room. The room was lively, overjoyed, filled with emotions from various creatures that I refer to as human. Yes, what a bunch of odd lifeforms...

*door swings open*

Oh? Who could it be? Is it you master? Wait! I'm in a mess right now! Don't come in! I don't want you to look at me in my current condition. Not now!

Master, your fingers are getting more delicate. But, I'm ashamed of myself. I can no longer scream or sing melodically to you. Your touch is making me alive again. This feeling... It's something that I haven't felt for ages. It's like first experience all over again. Oh, how long has it been since I am trapped in this room?

Ouch! Master, it hurts! You're hurting me with those rough strummings. Please, strum me gently like you always did. Not this way! Not like this! My strings are about to burst, Master! Please... I can't withstand this...

*string bursts*

Urghhhh!! This is painful... Why Master? I have done nothing wrong to fulfill your musical desire. I sang to every note u played on me. I sang loudly, I sang softly, I sang with your emotions. Why? Do I deserve this? What have I done? Erk??!? Master! What are you doing??! Stop! Put me down please... No! No! No! No!

*guitar being smashed onto the wall*

*man walked out and closes the door*

I can't breathe... I... I... Is this the end for me?