The Green Box--Tristin

A box now sits in my study. It had arrived in a peculiar manner this afternoon. One second I was eating my crumpets then suddenly I saw something in the corner of my eye, something...abnormal. I turn around suddenly, trying to see what has caught my interest but nothing is there. I shake my head. Must be a reflection of the light. I glance back to where I have dropped my crumpets in the flurry of motion that had occured before and there now sits a box. This box was green. ‘Was’ I say because it has now changed..just like me. At that one moment when I had saw the box sitting in front of me, I had no clue how much my life was about to change. How much I was about to lose. How long till it was all over. Before I continue, I must tell you one thing. If you ever see a green box sitting innocently in front of you, run. Do not look back. Do not spend time gathering clothes or valued possessions. Because what happens as a result of this simple box is far worse than anything you can possibly think of. Trust me, for I tell you that I am still paying the price of my actions.

Now back to the moment I saw the box in front of me. I reach out to touch the box and the box touched me. The box was no longer a box but a complex matrix of moving metal. Blue light emitted from its center as it rose from the ground. The faster it turned, the more I had grown frightened. Then it hit me. Imagine the toughest person in the football team hitting you repeatedly, and you can get a little idea of how I had just felt. I could see nothing as the intensity of pain grew in level in every passing second. Then it stopped. I can hear my heart beating, then I don’t. I panic. Lights flash in my vision as I start hyperventilating. “Help” I croak out before I see nothing more.

I open my eyes, looking around to regain my bearings. Memories of what had just happened begin to return to me as I stand up. The box, where is the box. There it sits, innocently, wrapped in green, staring at me. It now looks nothing like what had attacked me before. I sigh. “I need a vacation” I mumbly say as I pour the remaining coffee into a mug while eyeing the box. I glance outside and see the sun begin to set. Day changes to Night and I change as well.

As the sun finally set, drums begin to beat into my ears. Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart starts beating again. I didn’t realise that it hadn’t before now, but I wish it would stop. Faster my heart goes and the race to match. Voices speak in a language felt long forgotten. My legs fails me and I collapse to the ground once more. “No” I said through clenched teeth. I begin to rise slowly.  An unseen weight pushes against my back making me stumble but i regain my footing. “NO” I scream and the weight increases tenfold. No longer could I resist to such a burden and I fall to the ground. Here I lay helpless as the drums beat and the weight forces itself upon me. It does not just hurt me physically but mentally as well. My mind lays in piece on a brink of a coma but it doesn’t grant me the mercy of such a way out. Time ticks by. Second, minutes, hours, I could never tell.

As fast as the pain appeared, it begin to dissipate. The drumming slowed to a low murmur and the voices were gone. As I begin to fade into the blessed coma, I realise that it was morning. Before I could realise the significance of this, I was gone.

Sunlight pierced my eyelids as I began to wake up. What time was it? It was 6:45pm, the sun was shining bring but not for too much longer. I walked to the study to see if the cursed box that started this is still there. It sits there, mocking me. Taunting me for my weakness. Whispering promises and truths that no other mortal could know. Strings of unnatural darkness creep into my vision. The voices begin shouting all at once, then everything stopped. The box sat there normally and the sun was still setting on the horizon. I stare at the sun. What had I been thinking. I sit there, waiting, mesmerised by the sunset, as if this was the last one i would ever see. The drums begin to beat. Thump! Thump! Thump! “No” I whisper. Faster the drums beat and the haunting unknown voices start there chant. The sun! It's the sun I realise in elation and fear. The sun leaving causes thi-. Before I could complete my thought, it began once more.

And it continued to do this, on and on, for the next fifty-six years of my life. Night and Day. Sunset and Sunrise. I have tried to escape it. I tried burning the box, dropping it in the ocean, burying it, exploding it, but it won’t leave me alone. Why Won’t It Leave Me Alone! I’ve tried cooperating. Taking its torture without complaint, but it is ever mercyless. I come to you now, staring at this blasted box that sits in my study, and tell you that I will not live forever, for thats the boxes only mercy, and I know when I’m gone it will find another. So if you see a green box appear before you, run.