Part three: Freedom
She couldn't believe what she saw. A skeleton of her former self stood before her. She barely recognized her own image in the mirror. Sunken, hallowed
out cheeks, large black sockets in the place where her baby blue eyes had once been. Her teeth were covered with weeks, maybe months of filth, some
on the verge of falling out. Her head, she was unsure how her small scrawny little neck was carrying such a bulbous thing upon it. It looked like it
should've broken off by now.
And she finally understood what the smell was..it was her. She was rotting from the inside out, and the smell, the smell was the evidence of that
fact. She turns the knobs on the sink to try and splash some water on her face, hoping it would wash away the image she saw in the mirror as well.
Nothing but air came out. How long, how long had she been sitting in front of that box?
She struggles her way back down to the kitchen, remembering she had some bottled water in the fridge and uses that to wash up a bit. As soon as the
water hits her face, she realizes how thirsty she is. Gulping down the rest of the bottle, she opens three more and does the same. And then the hunger
overtakes her. Nothing but rotten food in the fridge, she picks up the least harmful, a block of cheese, and wolfs down the whole thing.
Feeling a bit of strength coming back to her, she smiles. She was finally free, free from the box and it's spell. She walks over to the window and
looks outside. Estimating that it must be spring, she sees children playing in her neighbors yard, and sees the flowers in full bloom all around. The
sights, to see something more than the box! Her eyes start to tear up with tears of joy.
She opens the window so she can hear all the sounds, smelling the exotic scents of all the flowers. Sticking her head out of the window a little more
so she can feel the warm breeze and sunlight against her face. These, to anyone else, would not mean so much. To Sarah, they were all knew and fresh.
Something she had not experienced in what seemed like ages. She was like a two year old seeing the world for the first time.
It took her a couple of weeks to get back to normalcy. Getting her water and lights turned back on, buying groceries, cleaning her house. She had
never entered the room that held the box in all that time. So fearful she was of what would happen if she gazed upon it once more.
She waited until she knew she was strong enough before she entered the room. Hesitant at first, she peeked in around the door frame. Her eyes
immediately connecting with the box as she did so. She held the same satchel in her hand that she had once so happily carried the box home in.
Nervous, she gave it a few minutes before she fully entered the room, making sure to keep her focus upon her intentions and not really the box itself.
Once she knew that it no longer was having an effect on her, she quickly stepped over to the table and put it in the satchel. A huge sigh of relief
escaping her lips as she zipped up the bag and carried it out to the garbage.
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The old woman watches as Sarah puts the bag into the garbage can. She waits for her to go back into the house before she approaches the can and
retrieves the bag. A smile crosses her lips as she walks slowly down the sidewalk, satchel in hand. This one, this one may have won, but there would
be others...there were always others.
Thanks,
blend57
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