The Box
A story about a boy at his birthday party.
The Box
Oct. 31st, for most people it's Halloween, but for some of us it's Halloween and our birthday. But for me it's more than that, it's also the day that I died.
Well you see, on my tenth birthday my parents decided to throw me a surprise party, it took my Father awhile to figure out what theme he was going to have, at the time I was into big castles, dragons and mystical wizards. So he decided to hire a magician which was the closes thing he could get to a real Wizard or a fire breathing dragon, besides he didn't have a lot of money to spend at the time, so a regular magician had to do.
Everything was going as planned until we came to the grand finale. Salvatore the great Magician walked over to where I was sitting and plucked me out of the crowd like a farmer picks his cattle out of the pastor to bring to the butchers for his next meal.
Grabbing my hand he escorted me to the makeshift stage with a black box in the center of it. As we reached the stage he knelt down in front of me, "remember what I said kid, when I say the magic words Abra ca-dabra you open up the trap door and you climb down underneath the stage and don't forget to close the door behind you." he said and so as any kid at my age would do, I shook my head up and down like I knew what he was talking about.
"When I'm all finish with my routine make sure you climb back up into the box ok? I want everyone to see that you made it back alright, do you understand what I'm saying?" he replied
Still nodding my head I turned and slowly moved towards the black box that lays there in the center taunting my every step as I move towards it, Whispering my Name, "Peee-ter.., Peee-ter.., come on Peee-ter." The thumping in my heart seems to move faster and louder, A bead of sweat trickles down my brow, "Peee-ter, Peee-ter." then the moment comes, the lid opens up and I climb in, my body slightly trembles but I proceed anyway, taking a deep breath the lid closes behind me. The darkness shrouds my body like I was being wrapped in a blanket of darkness.
As I lay there in the unseable dark the voices from the crowd seem to slowly drift from my ears until they're just a memory in my dreams. My rapid heartbeat is no longer pumping my blood threw my veins. It felt like someone wrapped their hands around it and squeezed all its life from it, pain shot up my arm and to my chest. The breath I was holding will be my last.
I then traveled far to a place where no living soul is a loud to go. I try to scream but no sound shall be heard, I try to run but no movement will come, I start to cry but no tears will fall. I see only the dead and their disfigured faces remind me of wax melting away from a candle that has been burning longer than it should.
From the distance my parents scream in horror, I watch as my lifeless body is being lifted from the dark and dreary box by my Father's own hands. One single tear falls from his strong gaze; for this is one of two times I will ever see him shed a tear. The second time will be when he puts my soulless body into the earth's crust.
For now I walk with the dead and watch the living from afar, until the day I'm welcomed back to the place where I use to roam. So now I wait till it's time, till the time I'm reborn to vessel that has a good heart.
Oct. 31st, for most people it's Halloween, but for some of us it's Halloween and our birthday. But for me it's more than that, it's also the day that I died.
Well you see, on my tenth birthday my parents decided to throw me a surprise party, it took my Father awhile to figure out what theme he was going to have, at the time I was into big castles, dragons and mystical wizards. So he decided to hire a magician which was the closes thing he could get to a real Wizard or a fire breathing dragon, besides he didn't have a lot of money to spend at the time, so a regular magician had to do.
Everything was going as planned until we came to the grand finale. Salvatore the great Magician walked over to where I was sitting and plucked me out of the crowd like a farmer picks his cattle out of the pastor to bring to the butchers for his next meal.
Grabbing my hand he escorted me to the makeshift stage with a black box in the center of it. As we reached the stage he knelt down in front of me, "remember what I said kid, when I say the magic words Abra ca-dabra you open up the trap door and you climb down underneath the stage and don't forget to close the door behind you." he said and so as any kid at my age would do, I shook my head up and down like I knew what he was talking about.
"When I'm all finish with my routine make sure you climb back up into the box ok? I want everyone to see that you made it back alright, do you understand what I'm saying?" he replied
Still nodding my head I turned and slowly moved towards the black box that lays there in the center taunting my every step as I move towards it, Whispering my Name, "Peee-ter.., Peee-ter.., come on Peee-ter." The thumping in my heart seems to move faster and louder, A bead of sweat trickles down my brow, "Peee-ter, Peee-ter." then the moment comes, the lid opens up and I climb in, my body slightly trembles but I proceed anyway, taking a deep breath the lid closes behind me. The darkness shrouds my body like I was being wrapped in a blanket of darkness.
As I lay there in the unseable dark the voices from the crowd seem to slowly drift from my ears until they're just a memory in my dreams. My rapid heartbeat is no longer pumping my blood threw my veins. It felt like someone wrapped their hands around it and squeezed all its life from it, pain shot up my arm and to my chest. The breath I was holding will be my last.
I then traveled far to a place where no living soul is a loud to go. I try to scream but no sound shall be heard, I try to run but no movement will come, I start to cry but no tears will fall. I see only the dead and their disfigured faces remind me of wax melting away from a candle that has been burning longer than it should.
From the distance my parents scream in horror, I watch as my lifeless body is being lifted from the dark and dreary box by my Father's own hands. One single tear falls from his strong gaze; for this is one of two times I will ever see him shed a tear. The second time will be when he puts my soulless body into the earth's crust.
For now I walk with the dead and watch the living from afar, until the day I'm welcomed back to the place where I use to roam. So now I wait till it's time, till the time I'm reborn to vessel that has a good heart.
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