~*Fate's POV*~
Dark. Cold. Windy. Quiet. Those are the last things I remember. Well, sort-of. As you'd imagine, being locked in a box isn't what you'd call exciting. Hours blend into days, days blend into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Actually, it couldn't have been that long. Couple months, a year tops.
During all this time, I am always thinking. Why was I pushed in? How long has it been ? The main one is "will anyone rescue me?". Funnily enough, I know all the answers. Well, all but the first. It has most likely been a year, 2017 to 2018. Easy, simple, if you have a good enough grasp on time measurement, that is. I laugh bitterly at my second question, based on how long I've been down here, no, I will never be rescued. Or maybe I will, but that won't be for awhile. I wonder where my parents think I am. They probably think I ran away.
It's kind of funny, my parents told me they named me Fate because it was fate that I'd do great things. "You'll change the world," they had said.
I guess that's over now.
So, what will I do?
Scientists say the universe is always expanding. But, what if it's like a planet, if you keep going you will eventually reach where you started. Let's assume that our universe is in a solar system of other universes. Do those universes have the same people, or are you the only person like you that will ever exist? If there are multiple versions of me, what are they doing? Are they making a difference? But, if I'm the only one, why does my existence matter? I'm just a person in a box.
I'm smart, so if you think you're some kind of genius you're probably wondering-why don't I just break out.
It's funny that you think I'm stupid enough not to try that.
Ever since I was pushed in this box I haven't been able to move.
