pandora's box
by cordelia evans
my mother told me once, when i was a child, that i was the reason i caused the people of the world so much pain and suffering. she said i came out of pandora's box as one of the wicked curses placed on the earth from the hands of the gods that seeked out vengenance for those who did not listen to their commands.
i never once not believed in this notion, so, i began to hide myself away from others for i feared i would hurt them or worse kill them with the evil lurking in me.
so i hid myself in rotton cardboard boxes and stuffed myself away into dark, dank corners of abandoned rooms. i trapped myself in a faraway tower, taller than any mountain could ever be, so that no one ever had to endure or experience the pains i brought upon them.
but i could never stay still. i was curious, as was pandora's curse, placed upon by the traitrous gods, so i strayed out from my hiding places once to see the sun shine for once, to see people laugh and smile and love. it was a wondrous occasion, a pleasant notion i never knew until then.
and it filled me with joy that such gentle and loving things happened out in the world.
but the pain i thought i so cleverly hid from others would come out then and contaminate the lovely souls surrounded by my wretched being. i remembered then that this world was so gentle and loving because i was not there to ruin it.
god, i tainted the pure colors of our world until all that was left was darkness.
that darkness, that obilivion, was the fear of all and i was ashamed. i did this to people. i made them cower in fear and fly higher, higher, higher into the atmosphere so they could breathe air that wasn't polluted and i made the run, run, run until the ugly world i placed on their shoulders would blur by like days on fast forward until they could finally escape my grasp.
i hated the thought that i did this to people.
so, i hid myself again, slinking back into the shadows from where i once came--
because pandora brought these wicked curses upon humanity but i was the one who instilled them in the hearts of those who didn't deserve such awful poisons.
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