Book of Random Thoughts

Small Place (Short Story)

Arthur curled up in a little ball, crying even more. He had no idea how long he had been in this box, but he wanted out. It was hard to breath and whenever he tried to move, he just ended up hitting the sides. His boss had placed the young boy in this cube to try and 'teach him to behave.' Either way, it was torture to the boy. 

He hit the side he thought was up, crying out for someone to help him. But no matter how many times he begged for help, none showed up. He felt like he was never going to get out of it. He felt like he was going to grow up in the tiny box and still be trapped. He felt like he was going to die in the box has well. 

The poor children kept banging on his small prison, still crying for help. He wanted out and he was going to let it be known. He heard footsteps when he took a break from his despite pounds. 

"Please let me out!" he begged the person who was outside. "It's dark, cold, a-and-" he was cut off by the lid being pulled off the top. He looked up to see his older brother Allistor looking down at him. 

The older boy picked up his little brother and cradled him in his arms. Arthur hugged him tightly, sobbing into Allistor's shoulder. He never wanted to be put into a box ever again. He just wanted to stay in his brother's arms were it was safe and it wasn't small. 

Many years later, Arthur was holding tightly onto his brother's arm. Once again the Brit had been punished by his boss by being trapped a very small closet. The man could barely move and it scared him yet again. It was no secret to any of Arthur's boss' that because of that one event, the Brit was now claustrophobic. And many used that to punish Arthur.