Reflection

I stood, empty, in a dark corner alone— surrounded only by air thick with dust. Cold and alone, knowing only of darkness, of course the light creeping from beneath the stationary door gave hope to a brighter day. A future.
Everyday I, a voluptuous piece, saw shuffling feet pass the door. Blocking light as their always black bottoms squeak against, possibly tiled floors.
How was I to know?
Behind the door sounds of drills and booms and clashes surmounted.
Those were common. And a lullaby it became as it quieted down to a whisper, marking the end of another day. On rare occasion the loud sounds would dim to the bare buzz with only a few crashes of glasses to startle me out of the daze that I had put myself into.

Then it all ended.
Silence became imminent. Not even the familiar buzz that accompanied them was alive. No more the squeaky shoes planted against the ground. Then the lights went out and the scene of black was my closest company.

And the fear; Oh, the fear, came crashing in. The abyss that I knew was near became realized. A vase I am could do nothing to get out. I had no arms to escape, no voice to call out, no breath to be heard.
For years darkness became all I knew.
In that moment I knew true loneliness.
Though one day a man clad in white entered. Glowing ethereally as they entered the light from the outside made their backs casts of shadows across their face. And the main man reaches forward, then reaching inside me and he grabs what was within me. And the secret was revealed to me.

"Hey guy's I found it!"

And thousands of other men came rushing in all staring at me in I awe, plumes of dust come up from beneath their feet as they cram themselves to see the object inside the mans hand.

It was shiny and new, despite it's age of at least a millennium.  I will never understand how something so old could look so new. This was not a phenomenon that was bestowed on me sadly, as through the years I cracked and dusted.

That didn't matter though. I was no longer alone.  Finally people will know of me.  And my world became much bigger for it.  Though the dark wasn't what I should've been afraid of. 
Lines of light thrashed out of the piece of metal melting the man holding him, his screams soon were followed by others and they soon rushed to the exit, tons of dust filling the air from their impatient feet.  They didn't make it fast enough as the men soon became hit by the power of the shiny object and the air smelled of burnt melted and charred bodies.
The floor was filled men clad in white,  now black and red and they never moved again.
But now I wasn't alone.