3 months passed (you think). You had been hearing your mom & dad fighting a lot about what to do with you. Your dad kept insisting you weren't Max. Max was dead. Ultimately you didn't see or hear mom anymore. You had to wonder if dad divorced her or something. If he did you'd probably never know. Then one day your dad (to your surprise) came into your room. He had a cardboard box. He packed your stuff into it. Then to your shock he tossed you into the box too. You wanted to cry out for your dad not to do that to you. You wanted to move. But you couldn't do anything. Then the flaps of the box came over causing complete darkness. You even heard what you knew had to be tape used to seal the box. Again you wanted to cry or move; but you couldn't. You felt some movement, heard some movement, then heard movement again & then nothing. And there you sat in the box in total darkness. All alone. You have no idea how long you sat there. You couldn't keep track of time. You had no way to. You were in the total darkness alone. That kind of total isolation caused something to ultimately happen. Your mind without any stimulation caused you to mentally shutdown completely.
So in that box you sat; a teddy bear. Nothing more than an object. That's all you ever would be.
The End.