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box of tears

Breathe.. Inhale.. Exhale.. Breathe.
Scarlet needed to constantly remind herself to breathe and keep calm. She had been coming to these session three times a week for the past 9 months. Each an hour long, but progress had been slow...

Mr Moon, Dahista Moon. The man who sat at the other end of the table watching her and slowly becoming a friend.He probed gently with questions that were rarely answerd, sometimes he would get angry at her stubborness and sit there quietly till the session was over. When she cried, he'd place a box of tissue on the table near her then tell her that Tears Were A Sign Of Strength. At the end of their session, he'd watch her transform from a broken soul to a strong, confident young lady right before she was about to open the door. She always left with a smile on her face.
Today's session was different. She was on the edge, he watched her hands fidget and eyes dart about. Her breathing was irregular. A hitch here and there then a deep sigh.
He moved his focus to the box on his lap. A deep rich brown wooden box that had been glazed once upon a time and worn out with age.
'' What is inside the box Scarlet?''
She looked at the box like she had never seen it before. Just as she was about to speak a lump formed in her throat. She swallowed. Hard. Took a deep breath.
''Memories... Mostly''
He smiled, grateful that she was participating today.
''Care to explain further?''
She looked at him. A frown forming on her face. He could see her struggling as she battled the demons of her past within her. It was as though she was betraying the ghosts of her past by telling him what happend. She stood up slowly and walked towards him. After years of nightmares it was time to let go. She sat beside him. Close enough to see into the unopened box, but not close enouh for their bodies to touch.
''maybe if you opened it i could explain better. I wouldnt know where to start.''
He nodded, then unclasped the scraps of wire that held it shut. As he opened it.The first thing that caught his eye was a knife
Written by Texiera
Published | Edited 5th Dec 2012
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