The Box People

Fright & Curiosity

Little white box. 

A box. No, a room. But can it even be called a room? It's white. White on each wall and the ceiling and the floor. No doors. No windows. No little crack in the corner that you could escape into if you rip it wide enough.

What is this? A prison? A joke? A containment center while they prepare a test for me? It can't be good whatever it is, because I feel my heart pounding faster and harder with each raggedy breath. It's so small I can only keep myself in the same position. Head bent down, knees bent up with my arms around them, rocking back and forth in fright and breathing quickly.

How do I get out of here? Is this a test, to see if I can find a way out? How?! I can't even move!  

It doesn't help being claustrophobic either.

The only color in this room is my sleek dark blue hair.

But I can't see myself can I? No. I can't.

Now I'm hyperventilating faster, and I start to feel dizzy. How long have I been in here? 5 minutes? An hour? A month? A year? I don't know. All I know is now it's not white, it's black, and I can't see anything but black. . . 

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Why am I alone? I'm so scared. . . I can't think because I don't have enough air to even. . . process anything. I'm not scared actually, I'm more like terrified. How did I get in here? How am I still alive? Where is my family?  I must've passed out a second ago. I'm going to die in here. I can't breathe more than my own carbon dioxide now. I suppose I would've lasted longer if I breathed slowly and maybe out of my nose instead of my big mouth.  

But I couldn't do that, not with the feelings I'm dealing with right now. What have they done to me?

They. I don't even know who they is. All I know is that I am in a small white box and dying. 

Now another thought. How the crap do I get out of here?

BOOM!!

I feel myself being thrown up a hundred feet into the air, flying through clouds and. . . No not flying... FALLING. I'm falling to the ground and with no way to stop myself, this is crazy! NOW I'm going to die. Surely.

But no, saved again. When I think im about to reach my destination, a strong wind pushes me a foot further to the left, I dive into an algae infested lake, gracefully making a U underwater and returning to the surface to catch a good breath of fresh air. Something I hadn't had for awhile.

BANG!!

I felt the air whoosh beside me and see a man hiding behind a gray granite gravestone get hit with a bullet and die instantly.

"Hurry! Get behind here!" I hear a voice call and follow it. I don't have to be smart to know I need to run away as quickly as possible. It's them. Them shooting the bullets.

A thought passed my mind. If my little white box got blown up, how did I survive?

I don't care anymore when I see another bullet zoom past the stone I'm behind.

Strong arms grab me and I start to squirm but am silenced by a soothing voice telling me to shut up. Okay, so maybe shut up isn't the most calming thing to hear. Especially before you get stabbed with a needle. A needle that puts you to sleep. My only hope is that I don't get put in another white box and that this guy holding me isn't a bad guy.

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I wake up at the top of a pine tree, with a view of a field being blown up everywhere, where I came from. The little white dots on the field were boxes like mine. There's also a large graveyard underneath me, but covered by the foliage of many trees. I'm strapped to a branch close to the trunk with a rope and a dagger to cut myself free. I also find a sack with a small bracelet, a bottle of water, some extra rope, and a box of soda crackers and a bag of lunch meat. Freshly cut turkey.