The 'Box'

I lay against a tree in the woods, All alone. Still hearing the same words that my dad told my mom, four years ago when I was eight years old.

"We can't let them take him!"My mom yelled at my dad one night, when I was standing by the wall,eve's dropping.

"We don't have a choice! If we don't let them take him then they will take all of us to the box!"My dad yelled to my mom, I was terrified! somebody was going to take me to the box!

"Don't you care about him!"My mom sounded shocked.

"I do, but I care more about you and me surviving!"He said.

I was horrified, and with that I scrambled to my closet grabbed a shirt, jeans, and my thickest jacket. I grab a bag that was laying on the floor and stuff the things in their. I opened the door a Crack and bolted out the doors.
"Max! Come back!"My mom yelled to me, but I kept running farther away from our little house into the woods.

Tears stream down my eyes, as I think of the memory.

"Their you are punk!"A deep voice bellowed. I jumped up.