The Box

It's always just been me and the box. I can see everyone who passes it. I can't see what's outside though. I see the people but I can't see anything else. I've been in my box from the moment I was given my powers. Before I got them, I was just like everyone else: trapped in my dimension with everything and everyone else who existed in there. We were stuck together, but that was ok. When I received my powers, I was taken from the large box where everyone else was, and placed in my own box, scarcely large enough for me to sit down in.

The box and I are always moving. World to world, timeline to timeline, dimension to dimension. I've met alot of people that way. Sometimes we sit and talk and then they go away.Other times, they try and chip away at the box, trying to get me to do the same. But then they leave and the box is fixed again. On very rare occasions, and with even rarer people, they try and break the box. They kick and punch and beat at it. Sometimes it makes little holes where hints of what I can't see peek through.At times, I'll join in. I'll kick and scream and hit at the walls, trying desperately to break free. But then the person leaves and my moment of bravery passes. The box is whole once more and ,once again, I am alone.

I don't remember everyone who stops by my box, but I remember a few. The first was a boy named Shadow. He was rather dark and kinda surly at first, but after we talked awhile, he started chipping away at the box. We talked and he continued to chip at the box. He even got to kicking at the walls. But then he was taken away. Sometime later came Trunks. He was funny and really nice. He almost immediately began chipping away. he started to break it, making a hole big enough to poke my finger through. But then he was gone too.

After a few more confrontations, I met some of the most inspirational people ever. They were all pretty nice, a bit annoying, but great friends. I've never met a closer group of people. They were all so kinda, walking to me, accepting me as their friend immediately. Throughout the whole time I knew them, they all chipped away at the box, gradually wearing it down. I didn't notice at first, but one in particular, a boy named Atem, had chipped a hole big enough for my entire arm to fit through. It was the first human contact I've had since being forced into the box. Before we could get much farther, they too, were taken away.

Everyone leaves in the end.

I sit in my box, remembering times gone by, when a new person appears. A boy. He's young, not much younger than I am, but he's trapped too. Not in a box like me, but a suit of armor, devoid of touch or feeling. He sits and we talk. He chips away at my prison and I do too. He understands my predicament almost too well. Another boy appears not long after. He stands off to the side for awhile but eventually helps the other. More people appear, adults and a few kids, men and women, all chipping away at this prison box. More people than I could have imagined. But just as soon as they appeared, they disappeared. 'No.' I don't want them to leave too. I start to fight. I scream and kick and cry. We were so close. There were so many holes that the box was glowing. I want that. I want to be able to touch. To feel. I want to be free. Then, one swift kick, and the whole box cracks. Everywhere. And suddenly, I'm scared. What could possibly be out there? Am I really ready to leave? Then I see them. Everyone I've met, standing just outside the box, grinning, arms open. 'They're waiting.' All it takes.... is one... little...touch.

The whole thing crumbles.

I'm finally free.