STEFAN MOUSSIGNAC - BOX OF GRIEF

My name is Stefan Moussignac I was born in Brooklyn New York in august 29 1997. But I spent most of my life in Haiti in school, I had to move out and live in Florida where learned and practice to become a better writer. 

                                          Box of Grief
 

      People in the village are celebrating because today is the annual celebration of the goddess and you can feel the jubilation in the air. But not everybody is happy near the giant blazing bonfire where everybody was dancing sat a young man named Chris feeling bummed out. “I don’t think I can do this today” he sighed.
 
       Chris is not feeling well his mother died recently of a fever and was not in a mood for this but he had to attend because people taught this would cheer him up. He appreciated their kindness but this wasn't working for him so he decided to leave and go towards the shadowy forest near the outskirt of the village so he can be left alone. People say to not go towards the shadowy village because it's not safe and people often disappears due to demons that feed on emotions but Chris didn't believe in that sort of stuff. When he arrived, he decided to sit down next to a tree stump as he was about to sit down he notices a small box, he picks up the box and notices strange encryption on them that started to glow in a luminescent light.
 
     Then he starts to open the box like there was a strange urge beckoning him to do so as he opens the box he notices a pair of dark eyes staring at him. Then he was gone from the forest leaving nothing but white smoke from where he was standing and the mysterious. We soon find Chris in a dark void floating and in tears as memories from the past rushing through his head. Memories of him and his mother arguing and how all the horrible things he said to her before she died. As this was happening the box was glowing brighter and brighter back inside the void Chris was feeling disheartened and feels terrible for being a horrible son.



     Then a strange voice was popping in his head that reminds him of his mother and all the good thoughts of his mother and him started appearing and as he was remembering all of these good memories., The box spat him out and disappeared. As Chris started to get up. He starts running away from the forest but somehow, he wasn't scared he was smiling tearfully.