The Elevator

Your Side Of The Story

             Your sleep did not last long, and you woke up about two hours later. It is not 3 am, and you are wide awake. You sit up on the bed and start to think about your father's house. Should you leave now? You do not feel like you would be able to fall back to sleep, so you might try and get his things packed up. So you get up, change your clothes and head back to your car. After a short 5 minute drive, you are there. Back to the house, it's right there, right in front of you now. You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for all you are about to see. You exit your car and go inside and turn on the light. Tears begin to fill your eyes. It is like nothing has changed, the house was frozen the way it was when you left. You actually were able to smile for the first time in two weeks. You grew up here, said your first words, took your first steps. In the living room, your dad would always chase you around the coffee table when you were two years old, your mom would always yell at him to stop before you got hurt. But he would never listen, he was always stubborn like that, she was right. You landed into the hospital because one day he was chasing you and you hit your head and it started to bleed, you wouldn't stop crying. After that day you never saw your mom again and dad was sad, but you were only two, you didn't know what happened. Growing up in that house after that day was never the same. Your dad would always be working, never remarried and instead of spending time with you he bought you anything you wanted. Until you were fifteen, for one of your projects you had to interview one or both of your parents. So you interviewed your dad, it was the longest conversation you had ever had with him. At that moment your relationship with him improved for a while until the fight you got into with him.