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02-01-2015, 10:39 PM
He awoke with a burning in his chest and feeling frigid cold.
“Where am I” he said a loud. No response. He looked around and it seemed he was in a box.
“A box” He thought. “Why would I be trapped in here”. He then tried to recover some thought that might help him figure out his situation. He thought about his name.
“What could it be.” he said with a strain in his voice. He couldn't seem to think of it so he moved on to other things. He thought about his life, but nothing was coming to him. Could it be he has been in this box his whole life.
“But how long is that” He said. He began to touch his face and noticed stubble. That must be a sign of his age. He felt as if he was in his 30s. But that was not something he was sure about either. He thought some more. He remembered food and water. So he ate and drank. He remembered people on streets, so that meant he was outside at one point. He started to picture a house of some kind and a street name. Fonder Street. Why did this come to mind. Was it where he lived. As he thought on it more he felt a sharp pain in he back of his neck. Then he heard giggling.
“Who's there” the man shouted. He looked around again, his heart was racing and he felt fear. As he was looking around he noticed something about the room. It was larger now. “But why” he thought.
Giggling again rang through the now larger black box and the man swung around. To his surprise a, little girl was standing there.
“Hi” the girl said with a big smile.
“Who are you?” the man asked.
She looked at him with a puzzled look and just sat down, pulled out a toy monkey and started to play with it. Making whooshing sounds as she pretended that it could fly.
“Who are you?” The man asked again.
The girl stopped. She seemed to have to focus for the a moment on the man. He was perplexed and didn't know what she was looking at.
“I am you silly” she said with a smirk on her face.
The man didn't understand, what did she mean she was him. Was he a little girl? No he had already examined himself and concluded he was a man in his 30s. So why was she claiming to be him.
“Want to play with Mr. Tuffy? “ the girl asked him, holding out the monkey she was playing with.
“No thank you, can you tell me what you mean by you're Me?” The man asked.
The girl looked at him with some agitation on her face now. “I'm you, what part of that doesn't make sense huh?”
He didn't know how to reply to that. He was angry, flustered and scared and didn't know anything about himself. And now some little girl who seemed to appear from nowhere is claiming to be him. This all was too much so he fell backwards and laid down. As he lay the girl jumped on his chest. She began playing with the monkey again, this time pretending like the mans chest was an island for it to explore. “Why won't you play with me?!” The girl cried. A screech that made the man very angry. He sat up, tossing the girl off of him. “I'll play with you if you explain to me who you are!” The man said with an agitation in his voice now. She looked at him again. Her eyes focusing on the mans face this time.
“I am you” she said.
He looked at her again. The anger in him swelling as he was about to let out a scream. The girl then began to speak some more.
“I am what makes you decide on choices that are safe. I am the side of you that functions from logic. I am the thing that holds you together when nothing else can. I am you . I am sanity.” She spoke this time with a serious tone that left the man taken back for the moment. He reflected on what she had said. “She is Sanity” He thought. What does that mean. The man thought for a few minutes on this. This annoyed the little girl.
“You said you would play with me if I told you, so play with me!!” the girl cried. The man was still thinking., but the little girl was making it hard for him.
'Play with me! Play with me! Play with me!” she sang as she danced around the man. The man had had enough.
“NO!!” The man had yelled. He had let his anger get the best of him. The little girl went back a few steps and began to cry as she folded her arms over her knees and squatted down. The man began to feel a new emotion. Regret. He was about to apologize to the little girl when another voice rang out.
“You should really be careful with her, She is fragile and easily broken.” The man looked and saw nothing at first. He squinted his eyes and peered into the darkness. There was still nothing. “The voice came from that direction.” He thought. He turned back to the girl and to his surprise there was another child. This time a little boy. He looked like he was slightly older than the girl but not by much. Where the girl didn't catch his eyes on her appearance,the boy was something different. His hair was a dirty shade of brown. Almost as if he didn't wash it. His cloths were all tattered and dirty. Nothing he was wearing seemed like it was cleaned in a while. His face seem clean but his eyes seemed to go on forever. The man looked into them and couldn't find his way out.
“Who are you?” The man asked nervously. The boy studied him as the girl did. His eyes piercing through whatever he was looking at on the man.
“I am you” The boy said with a chuckle. This answer made the man angry again.
“What the hell are you kids trying to pull?” He asked.
The boy laughed again “We are both you, we are both different sides of the person you are today. I am all that corrupts your thoughts. I am the voice that rings out bad decisions. I am you. I am insanity.”
The boys words seemed to sink in better than the girls. “This is not a joke” The man thought. He looked at the two children once more.
“Who am I.” The man asked.
“You're name is Thomas.” The boy said The man said the name out loud. “Thomas.” Suddenly an explosion of pain began to hit the back of his neck again. He didn't understand where it was coming from. Then another name popped in his head. “Amanda.” He said aloud. He didn't know who she was but began to picture a face. A pretty girl, also in her thirties. She had long blond hair, nice blue eyes, amazing eye lashes, and a very small nose. Why could he remember her in such detail when he couldn't remember himself?
“Do you know who Amanda is” Thomas asked the children desperate for an answer. The children both stared now. They were silent and obviously didn't want to explain. “If you know please tell me” Thomas cried.
They again just stared. The pain in there eyes was apparent. “Perhaps they were having trouble finding words to describe her, or perhaps they didn't want to.” Thomas thought. They had been there confusing him with there explanations all along and they probably wanted to keep there little game going on.
“I am begging you, she seems to be the only thing I can recall from before this black box. Tell me who she is!” The man begged. Now the children looked determined. As if they had both mentally decided to give Thomas what he wanted.
“She is bad for you” The girl said with sadness in her voice.
“She is the reason I exist so predominantly” The boy said triumphantly.
Then at the same time both children began to speak. “She is the pain in her heart that won't go away. She is a women who abused you anyway she could. She took away what you loved the most. She stole the kindness that you felt. She made you stop talking to the ones you loved. She helped you become nothing that made you the wonderful person you were before.”
There words were harsh and the man couldn't believe it. He already felt lost and now it got worse. Then he felt it again. The pain in the back of his neck. He tried to focus. He didn't know what he could focus on however. Then he felt something brushing at his hand. The man looked down and there was the girl. She was trying to get him to hold the monkey she was carrying. The man didn't have the capability to fight with her right now so he took it from her. As he held it in his hands he realized he had seen it before. But where. He thought on it. Was it something that once belonged to him? Was it something that someone close had given him? Was it nothing at all? The man couldn't decide.
“What was the name of the monkey again?” Thomas asked. The girl smiled as if she knew what he was trying to accomplish.
“His name is Mr Tuffy!” The girl sang with a smile. Thomas focused on the name. Mr Tuffy. It rang a bell. He looked at it hard. It was just a monkey with buttons for eyes, a smile on its face, and a blue nose. He was confused again. So he thought of Amanda once more. Her smile seemed to relax him at first, then the pain came back. And with the pain came a glimpse of Mr Tuffy! The monkey was his childhood toy and he had kept as a reminder that he could always look back on himself and how he had grown. But something else came up. A memory of a women, Amanda, taking Mr Tuffy and throwing him away. “Grown men don't need stuffed monkeys!” She cried out. He was feeling depressed again, and noticed tears falling from his eyes and the girls.
“She threw away something that made you happy” The girl cried.
“Why would she do that” Thomas asked.
“Because she was bad to you” The girl replied. He knew what she was saying was true. He felt it deep inside of him. And there was the fact that whenever he thought of her he ended up in extreme pain. “The Pain” He thought. “That must be some clue to why I am here.”
The man sat down now. Trying to focus on the back of his neck and why it hurt. He saw the street sign from earlier. Fonder Street. He saw the house that he assumed was his on the street. It wasn't anything impressive really. He peered inside and saw to people fighting. One of them was him, The other, Amanda. He walked inside. He thought to intervene, But they didn't seem to see him standing in front of them.
“What the hell is your problem Thomas” Amanda said angrily.
“Well the fact that I know you're sleeping with another man might be” Thomas screamed.
“You know what, I am and if you were half the man that he was I probably wouldn't have to.” She replied in her same angry tone.
“Well what the hell do you want from me? I gave up my job to be with you, my friends, my family. My life! Everything Amanda!” Thomas cried.
“You know what, screw you! I'm glad that you think you're so entitled to be with me. But I'm leaving, We're through.” Amanda said while grabbing her purse and heading to the door.
“Oh no you're not, not with all the money I gave you.” Thomas said grabbing Amanda. Amanda then tried to break free of the grasp, but Thomas held strong. Then Amanda grabbed a metal statue that was maybe a few inches long and hit Thomas in the back of the neck. Thomas fell. Amanda left. It was all coming back to him. His life was nothing but a joke. He worked at an office job and hated it. He originally wanted to be a writer, but Amanda had convinced him it was a lost cause. He had thrown away old collectibles such as baseball cards that meant a lot to him because of her. He had given up on his friends and family because she had asked him to. And finally she had left him. So he had no one now. He watched again as hours passed by and other Thomas had awoken after the struggle. He had gotten up and cried for some time. What could he do. He had nothing and no one. No one was there for him anymore. He watched himself walk upstairs. And go into the bathroom. He cringed as the other Thomas took out some kind of prescription case that seemed the be Amanda's. Thomas tried to scream out no don't but other Thomas couldn't hear him. Other Thomas swallowed the entire pill case. He continued to watch as other Thomas walked into the bedroom and laid in bed. He knew the next part. He awoke in a black room.
“I remember everything” Thomas said to the children as we sat down. “I don't know if I'm alive or dead”
“You're alive pin head” The boy answered mockingly. “We are here to help you back into your own body.”
“But why” Thomas asked.
“Because we are you, and we know you want to live. The girl said cheerfully.
“Why would I want to live” Thomas asked.
“Because there is something you need to see, it's under your bed. In a case.” The girl replied.
“What is it?” Thomas asked.
“We can't tell you, You wont wake up if we tell you.” Replied the boy. Thomas thought hard on what the children were saying. Could this be true. Could there be something to save him out there in the real world. But what could it be. Thomas had no idea.
“How do I wake up” Thomas asked depressingly.
“You are in control of you're own destiny.” The kids said together. “If you wish to wake up you will.” Thomas wasn't sure about that. He had no way of knowing how to simply wake up by thinking. He thought about whether he even wanted to. What was out there for him. Nothing. He didn't want to go back to a world where he wasn't safe anymore. He felt lonely in this box, but at least he knew he would be safe from the people that wanted to hurt him out there.
“Trust us, together we can balance your life again. We can fix all that is wrong and make you into the person you once were.” The children said together once again. Thomas was reassured for some reason. He felt good about the two and there trust in what they could do for him. “Why” he thought. Why did he suddenly feel better. Is this because he could feel the power of these two coming over him. Whatever he felt he liked it. He felt more like someone who could do this.
Thomas awoke, he felt the pain in his neck now more regularly. Was it that easy to wake, How long had he'd been asleep. Too much time it seemed like. He made an effort to get out of bed, but he just fell back in. He tried again with the same result. He laid back down. He thought about his dream and the children that might have just saved his life. “Was it all true” He thought to himself. He then remembered what they had told him. Something he needed to see. But what was it. They had claimed it was under his bed,but what would be there that he didn't put there himself? Thomas found new resolve to get up. He anchored himself with his night stand and stood. Although wobbly at first, he soon gained control of himself. He laid down flat on the floor and peered under the bed. He saw a small case. It had looked to be quite old but he didn't seem to recognize it. He pulled it toward him. As he pulled it out from under the bed he noticed his name was scribbled on the top of it. He thought how this could be. He didn't remember putting it there, but he knew this was something taken from his childhood. Thomas hoped that the memory loss wasn't still affecting him, but how else did it get here. He gathered all his courage and might and opened the box. It was nothing but black inside, with one object. A plush monkey, Thomas grabbed it and cried.
“Where am I” he said a loud. No response. He looked around and it seemed he was in a box.
“A box” He thought. “Why would I be trapped in here”. He then tried to recover some thought that might help him figure out his situation. He thought about his name.
“What could it be.” he said with a strain in his voice. He couldn't seem to think of it so he moved on to other things. He thought about his life, but nothing was coming to him. Could it be he has been in this box his whole life.
“But how long is that” He said. He began to touch his face and noticed stubble. That must be a sign of his age. He felt as if he was in his 30s. But that was not something he was sure about either. He thought some more. He remembered food and water. So he ate and drank. He remembered people on streets, so that meant he was outside at one point. He started to picture a house of some kind and a street name. Fonder Street. Why did this come to mind. Was it where he lived. As he thought on it more he felt a sharp pain in he back of his neck. Then he heard giggling.
“Who's there” the man shouted. He looked around again, his heart was racing and he felt fear. As he was looking around he noticed something about the room. It was larger now. “But why” he thought.
Giggling again rang through the now larger black box and the man swung around. To his surprise a, little girl was standing there.
“Hi” the girl said with a big smile.
“Who are you?” the man asked.
She looked at him with a puzzled look and just sat down, pulled out a toy monkey and started to play with it. Making whooshing sounds as she pretended that it could fly.
“Who are you?” The man asked again.
The girl stopped. She seemed to have to focus for the a moment on the man. He was perplexed and didn't know what she was looking at.
“I am you silly” she said with a smirk on her face.
The man didn't understand, what did she mean she was him. Was he a little girl? No he had already examined himself and concluded he was a man in his 30s. So why was she claiming to be him.
“Want to play with Mr. Tuffy? “ the girl asked him, holding out the monkey she was playing with.
“No thank you, can you tell me what you mean by you're Me?” The man asked.
The girl looked at him with some agitation on her face now. “I'm you, what part of that doesn't make sense huh?”
He didn't know how to reply to that. He was angry, flustered and scared and didn't know anything about himself. And now some little girl who seemed to appear from nowhere is claiming to be him. This all was too much so he fell backwards and laid down. As he lay the girl jumped on his chest. She began playing with the monkey again, this time pretending like the mans chest was an island for it to explore. “Why won't you play with me?!” The girl cried. A screech that made the man very angry. He sat up, tossing the girl off of him. “I'll play with you if you explain to me who you are!” The man said with an agitation in his voice now. She looked at him again. Her eyes focusing on the mans face this time.
“I am you” she said.
He looked at her again. The anger in him swelling as he was about to let out a scream. The girl then began to speak some more.
“I am what makes you decide on choices that are safe. I am the side of you that functions from logic. I am the thing that holds you together when nothing else can. I am you . I am sanity.” She spoke this time with a serious tone that left the man taken back for the moment. He reflected on what she had said. “She is Sanity” He thought. What does that mean. The man thought for a few minutes on this. This annoyed the little girl.
“You said you would play with me if I told you, so play with me!!” the girl cried. The man was still thinking., but the little girl was making it hard for him.
'Play with me! Play with me! Play with me!” she sang as she danced around the man. The man had had enough.
“NO!!” The man had yelled. He had let his anger get the best of him. The little girl went back a few steps and began to cry as she folded her arms over her knees and squatted down. The man began to feel a new emotion. Regret. He was about to apologize to the little girl when another voice rang out.
“You should really be careful with her, She is fragile and easily broken.” The man looked and saw nothing at first. He squinted his eyes and peered into the darkness. There was still nothing. “The voice came from that direction.” He thought. He turned back to the girl and to his surprise there was another child. This time a little boy. He looked like he was slightly older than the girl but not by much. Where the girl didn't catch his eyes on her appearance,the boy was something different. His hair was a dirty shade of brown. Almost as if he didn't wash it. His cloths were all tattered and dirty. Nothing he was wearing seemed like it was cleaned in a while. His face seem clean but his eyes seemed to go on forever. The man looked into them and couldn't find his way out.
“Who are you?” The man asked nervously. The boy studied him as the girl did. His eyes piercing through whatever he was looking at on the man.
“I am you” The boy said with a chuckle. This answer made the man angry again.
“What the hell are you kids trying to pull?” He asked.
The boy laughed again “We are both you, we are both different sides of the person you are today. I am all that corrupts your thoughts. I am the voice that rings out bad decisions. I am you. I am insanity.”
The boys words seemed to sink in better than the girls. “This is not a joke” The man thought. He looked at the two children once more.
“Who am I.” The man asked.
“You're name is Thomas.” The boy said The man said the name out loud. “Thomas.” Suddenly an explosion of pain began to hit the back of his neck again. He didn't understand where it was coming from. Then another name popped in his head. “Amanda.” He said aloud. He didn't know who she was but began to picture a face. A pretty girl, also in her thirties. She had long blond hair, nice blue eyes, amazing eye lashes, and a very small nose. Why could he remember her in such detail when he couldn't remember himself?
“Do you know who Amanda is” Thomas asked the children desperate for an answer. The children both stared now. They were silent and obviously didn't want to explain. “If you know please tell me” Thomas cried.
They again just stared. The pain in there eyes was apparent. “Perhaps they were having trouble finding words to describe her, or perhaps they didn't want to.” Thomas thought. They had been there confusing him with there explanations all along and they probably wanted to keep there little game going on.
“I am begging you, she seems to be the only thing I can recall from before this black box. Tell me who she is!” The man begged. Now the children looked determined. As if they had both mentally decided to give Thomas what he wanted.
“She is bad for you” The girl said with sadness in her voice.
“She is the reason I exist so predominantly” The boy said triumphantly.
Then at the same time both children began to speak. “She is the pain in her heart that won't go away. She is a women who abused you anyway she could. She took away what you loved the most. She stole the kindness that you felt. She made you stop talking to the ones you loved. She helped you become nothing that made you the wonderful person you were before.”
There words were harsh and the man couldn't believe it. He already felt lost and now it got worse. Then he felt it again. The pain in the back of his neck. He tried to focus. He didn't know what he could focus on however. Then he felt something brushing at his hand. The man looked down and there was the girl. She was trying to get him to hold the monkey she was carrying. The man didn't have the capability to fight with her right now so he took it from her. As he held it in his hands he realized he had seen it before. But where. He thought on it. Was it something that once belonged to him? Was it something that someone close had given him? Was it nothing at all? The man couldn't decide.
“What was the name of the monkey again?” Thomas asked. The girl smiled as if she knew what he was trying to accomplish.
“His name is Mr Tuffy!” The girl sang with a smile. Thomas focused on the name. Mr Tuffy. It rang a bell. He looked at it hard. It was just a monkey with buttons for eyes, a smile on its face, and a blue nose. He was confused again. So he thought of Amanda once more. Her smile seemed to relax him at first, then the pain came back. And with the pain came a glimpse of Mr Tuffy! The monkey was his childhood toy and he had kept as a reminder that he could always look back on himself and how he had grown. But something else came up. A memory of a women, Amanda, taking Mr Tuffy and throwing him away. “Grown men don't need stuffed monkeys!” She cried out. He was feeling depressed again, and noticed tears falling from his eyes and the girls.
“She threw away something that made you happy” The girl cried.
“Why would she do that” Thomas asked.
“Because she was bad to you” The girl replied. He knew what she was saying was true. He felt it deep inside of him. And there was the fact that whenever he thought of her he ended up in extreme pain. “The Pain” He thought. “That must be some clue to why I am here.”
The man sat down now. Trying to focus on the back of his neck and why it hurt. He saw the street sign from earlier. Fonder Street. He saw the house that he assumed was his on the street. It wasn't anything impressive really. He peered inside and saw to people fighting. One of them was him, The other, Amanda. He walked inside. He thought to intervene, But they didn't seem to see him standing in front of them.
“What the hell is your problem Thomas” Amanda said angrily.
“Well the fact that I know you're sleeping with another man might be” Thomas screamed.
“You know what, I am and if you were half the man that he was I probably wouldn't have to.” She replied in her same angry tone.
“Well what the hell do you want from me? I gave up my job to be with you, my friends, my family. My life! Everything Amanda!” Thomas cried.
“You know what, screw you! I'm glad that you think you're so entitled to be with me. But I'm leaving, We're through.” Amanda said while grabbing her purse and heading to the door.
“Oh no you're not, not with all the money I gave you.” Thomas said grabbing Amanda. Amanda then tried to break free of the grasp, but Thomas held strong. Then Amanda grabbed a metal statue that was maybe a few inches long and hit Thomas in the back of the neck. Thomas fell. Amanda left. It was all coming back to him. His life was nothing but a joke. He worked at an office job and hated it. He originally wanted to be a writer, but Amanda had convinced him it was a lost cause. He had thrown away old collectibles such as baseball cards that meant a lot to him because of her. He had given up on his friends and family because she had asked him to. And finally she had left him. So he had no one now. He watched again as hours passed by and other Thomas had awoken after the struggle. He had gotten up and cried for some time. What could he do. He had nothing and no one. No one was there for him anymore. He watched himself walk upstairs. And go into the bathroom. He cringed as the other Thomas took out some kind of prescription case that seemed the be Amanda's. Thomas tried to scream out no don't but other Thomas couldn't hear him. Other Thomas swallowed the entire pill case. He continued to watch as other Thomas walked into the bedroom and laid in bed. He knew the next part. He awoke in a black room.
“I remember everything” Thomas said to the children as we sat down. “I don't know if I'm alive or dead”
“You're alive pin head” The boy answered mockingly. “We are here to help you back into your own body.”
“But why” Thomas asked.
“Because we are you, and we know you want to live. The girl said cheerfully.
“Why would I want to live” Thomas asked.
“Because there is something you need to see, it's under your bed. In a case.” The girl replied.
“What is it?” Thomas asked.
“We can't tell you, You wont wake up if we tell you.” Replied the boy. Thomas thought hard on what the children were saying. Could this be true. Could there be something to save him out there in the real world. But what could it be. Thomas had no idea.
“How do I wake up” Thomas asked depressingly.
“You are in control of you're own destiny.” The kids said together. “If you wish to wake up you will.” Thomas wasn't sure about that. He had no way of knowing how to simply wake up by thinking. He thought about whether he even wanted to. What was out there for him. Nothing. He didn't want to go back to a world where he wasn't safe anymore. He felt lonely in this box, but at least he knew he would be safe from the people that wanted to hurt him out there.
“Trust us, together we can balance your life again. We can fix all that is wrong and make you into the person you once were.” The children said together once again. Thomas was reassured for some reason. He felt good about the two and there trust in what they could do for him. “Why” he thought. Why did he suddenly feel better. Is this because he could feel the power of these two coming over him. Whatever he felt he liked it. He felt more like someone who could do this.
Thomas awoke, he felt the pain in his neck now more regularly. Was it that easy to wake, How long had he'd been asleep. Too much time it seemed like. He made an effort to get out of bed, but he just fell back in. He tried again with the same result. He laid back down. He thought about his dream and the children that might have just saved his life. “Was it all true” He thought to himself. He then remembered what they had told him. Something he needed to see. But what was it. They had claimed it was under his bed,but what would be there that he didn't put there himself? Thomas found new resolve to get up. He anchored himself with his night stand and stood. Although wobbly at first, he soon gained control of himself. He laid down flat on the floor and peered under the bed. He saw a small case. It had looked to be quite old but he didn't seem to recognize it. He pulled it toward him. As he pulled it out from under the bed he noticed his name was scribbled on the top of it. He thought how this could be. He didn't remember putting it there, but he knew this was something taken from his childhood. Thomas hoped that the memory loss wasn't still affecting him, but how else did it get here. He gathered all his courage and might and opened the box. It was nothing but black inside, with one object. A plush monkey, Thomas grabbed it and cried.