That was amazing... At the beginning I looked at "the box" as some kind of addiction, maybe a metaphore for drugs or alcohol. Because it was like people told you not to do it but you did it anyway. The person you loved to anger I saw as God, a parental figure or a very involved relationship... (I was kinda leaning twoards the last one because you said they didn't come around anymore) And maybe the feeling of not having to be afraid, of scaring people just by looking at them was what that drug may have made you feel, but because it was taking over you lost sense of anything else (friends).... Then when you tried to stop it you had to struggle with it and it ended up leaving you feeling empty inside because you didn't have a whole lot left after that? My guess, I'm pretty sure that't not it but this was a great peice. I love the way you left the mystery and still gave us a well constructed story to read... I liked it, lookin forward to seein what it really meant, peace