[Eloura]: 341.Short Stories.The Black Box Memory

It's not quit finished but i am working on it and would appreciate any corrections.






The little black box sits on her dresser. She looks at the beautiful Iris’s on the top of the box. Designed so beautifully. She looks at the long green stems and beautiful pale and dark blue petals on the flower. A smile appeared on her face as she traces one of the many flower designs on top the box. Her fingers traced the golden trim where the box would open up. Allowing her long pale fingers run across the black silky color feeling so happy and joyful. She nearly wept from the thought of what she was going to do.

She opens the box. It starts to play a soft and quiet tune named “THE LOOK OF LOVE” She waits for it to end while looking into the mirror that filled the top of the lid. She pulled out first a box of matches to allows herself torture first. She lit the first match and held it to her arm. The smell of burning flesh made her eye’s water. Tears spilled over her face and landed onto the match and the newest of her wounds. She wiped her tears of pain and true crying away and lit the second match.

This time she held the match to her face. She allowed herself no tears this time. She instead concentrates on the slow and calming sound that her childhood box played. While her childhood memories started to play. She remembers the day her father gave it to her. For her fifth birthday. She starts to cry at the thought of her father. How he died not that much later in a fight. It had been a year after her birthday. Again it was her birthday as she loved to say at that age. She was waiting for her father to return home. Staying away from her irritable mother. When the phone rang at three in the morning she heard her mom start crying. She snuck out to peer into the living-room and saw tears running down her face. She crept quietly to the couch to hide behind it and hears the awful truth. Her father had died in a bar over the ring he had gotten his daughter. Because of it being such a much wanted stone being a diamond. Her sweet father was gone was the first thought. The second was she would avenge his death. Her next memory within her childhood was a sad and lonely one.


Her next memory was when she was going to have a baby brother. She was so excited and bouncing full of joy that it hadn’t been funny. It was the sixth month of her mom’s pregnancy. At six months they had to take he mom to the hospital. It was because her baby brother was born early. He was so tiny he was unable to live. His tiny heart and lungs were to little to work for him. He ended up dying a week later. She was 4 years old at the time.

Her next haunting memory of the past was of her older sister. About how cruel she was. Also how it was her who taught how to injure herself. How to make a cut so it would hardly scare. Yet bleed beyond her imagination. How to handle emotional pain with physical pain. Also how to handle the physical pain that would be caused.

She lights the third match holding it to her neck. Another place she could hide the scar by wearing her purple and black (chain) chocker.

She starts to cry not heart wrenching sobs but soft flowing tears. She knew for a while that she would never make her 17th birthday. She knew that her story, her life, wasn’t as bad as other children but there was so little she knew about her true self. She wanted to call her friends but since it was 2 in the morning that would be a bad idea. She wished she told them when she talked to the earlier but she felt she caused to much problems. She didn’t want them to worry anymore. She always thought of them as family. As people she could trust. They knew she got like this but she never really talked to them about it with them. She always wanted to but she was scared to let them know, and have them mad at her or worried about her so she kept her mouth shut. But now she would never get to say sorry and goodbye. She knew they would want her to tell them even if she didn’t want to. They care so much about me she thinks but why do I feel so detached from ones I love so much. She reaches up to her neck and feels the warm hot blood flowing freely. She sighs and thinks to herself. I am obsessed with what will kill me in the end aren’t I… Maybe I can stop but by the time I would actually be able to I will be dead.