Special thanks to ZaneWalker for letting me use this story idea, hope you find this satisfactory!
Disclaimer: Uh, If I owned this, why the hell would I be on FAN FICTION? Wouldn't I be on fiction press, or better yet, publishing my own shit?
Fallen, Lost, and Alone
Chapter Seven: I Can't Do This!
Several hours later
They had led me to a small room, shoved me down at a table, and stood at the door, as though they wanted to see what I was going to do. The door opened, and the blue snake from earlier came in, a box in his hands. It was ornate and gilded, there were small, archaic symbols all over it.
"What is that?" I asked, looking at it. Cruelly he laughed, and threw it at my head.
"It'sss for you to figure out!" He said, sitting down in front of me. I felt a cold sweat run down my neck. It was not only extremely uncomfortable to have all of them staring at me as I examined the small box, but the room was unseasonably warm.
The box was seamless, but there was something inside, a bell perhaps. It made a soft jingling sound as it rolled around inside the eight by eight by eight cube.
I looked up, and then back at the box. "It is a seamless box, and there is something inside. Am I supposed to remove the object that is inside?"
"Yesss…do you know how?" I shook my head. Was I supposed to?
A scaly hand collided with the side of my face, and I could feel my skin burn where a red mark was forming. I reached up to feel it, placing the small box on the table. Something rigid and metal collided with the side of my head. I saw the golden staff pulled back, as though the snake was ready to hit me again at a moment's notice. "What was that for?" I shouted, receiving another blow to the head, I was forced to look to the side. Tears prickled at my eyes, but I held them back, I was not going to let myself look weak.
"Look at him, he'sss crying. Want to go home kid?" One of the snakes jeered, leaning in close. I closed my eyes, and wished that I could just wake up at home, still in my pajamas, ready to go to competition. A single tear slid down my cheek. Through my bangs, I watched them all leave the room, the stupid box still sat on the table, mocking me.
Time passed, but I didn't move.
I wasn't able to open the box.
It had to have been something I must have been able to do.
Maybe they knew who I used to be.
I'm so sorry that this is really short shit. My muse has left me, and I fear it won't return!
Hannah: But you have me!
Me: I'm not terribly comforted by that Hannah.
Hannah: *sighs* alright, for every review Monday gets, you can ask her any question. She will answer. I promise. Otherwise I'll cut her hair so it's longer on one side, and shove her in a room with my dad, and a pair of scissors.
Me: Oh gosh, that'll be fun.
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