The Box

Brick walls surrounded her. Dark, looming walls everywhere she turned, a square ceiling just above her. Not enough room to move, barely enough to breathe. Stuck. Locked away. Darkness exterminated any hope of finding a door handle which would ultimately lead to her escape. A numbness enveloped her mind as she realised that this could be it. She would spend the rest of her not-so-ambitious life waiting in a box. For a doorway to reveal itself. This was no good.

Flashbacks of the past always lined with gold, sugar-coated. Her life had never been pleasant, but compared to the entrapment she faced now… She would take it all back. A life that would never stop throwing poison arrows at her heart, but she never lost her hope. Never lost her ambition. Always knew there was better. Well now that is the better.

She should be happier now. False friends had fucked off and past heartbreaks were forgotten, but somehow the walls were closer than ever. What once was a diamond fortress was now a small cupboard. A small inescapable cupboard. With only the window of the past to entertain. Numbness was happiness and happiness was legend.

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Strangers brought the walls crumbling down. A realisation of how bad the past had been, of how bleak a time had been passed. Of how everything will always change. The brick walls would only hold her for so long, as even brick corrodes eventually. Somewhere, out there, is a force constantly corroding everything. And if the walls fall away to reveal thick steel walls… Well metal will rust. The end is far and to descend into numbness so soon, well the world would be a dark place indeed.

At least life's poison arrows couldn't enter a steel box.

And at the collapse of the steel and the bricks and whatever else held her captive, success would shine. Success at whatever she should choose to do. Writing, filming, eating, dieting, collecting, cleaning, selling, sleeping. All would come naturally. If she believed it.