The Elevator

And this is my life

Errica: Get out of here now!I am screaming, I can feel my throat burning. My voice rising from the depths of my lungs and as a tingling spread all over my body. The power of my phrase being so great that it's becoming what all of me anxiously yelling.

The monster to disappear, to leave now, to no longer exist. He takes a step backwards inadvertently, as if he received a push from my hand, a kick from my leg, as I accept from him.For a moment I saw him standing with his back perfectly abutting the wall behind him.

Within the daughters of his eyes were two feelings, anger and hatred.Maybe that was the only thing I looked like my <father>.But it's not too long before the monster gets angry again and comes at me in greater momentum, angrier than ever. But now I'm angry, too.

Like a torrent, I'm pouring out and I'm starting to run. I didn't know which way, all I knew was that I was running to my freedom.An animal locked in a luxury cage, throwing food from a skylight on the roof, that's how I felt, and now I've been released.

I was running through the apartment building with the man behind me getting high. If he caught up with me, I didn't know, would life be in my possession or would he steal it from me?For a moment I stopped. I looked around. The floors are full of apartments. 

That day I knocked on a lot of doors. I begged them to open them up or even call the police, to do something to get me out of this. He was going to kill me...No one did, even though everyone knew me, everyone greeted me when they hit me in the hallways.

They were looking at my arms full of bruises and blows, no one reacted.And here I am now alone, helpless with this monster chasing me to kill me... But no, they may not want to help me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to endure my torment by waiting to be transformed into a saint or something.

No. I can't wait. I'm going to fight, get out of here, and do whatever it takes. And that's when I got an idea, you might think it was crazy, but for me it was definitely the most spontaneous and irrational decision I've ever made in my life.

The only door I could see in the hallway, which seemed ideal at the time, was that of the elevator. I walk in, leaving behind the beast grunting furiously. I got away right before he grabbed me and dragged me back to the cage.A cage full in luxury and riches.

A cage made of hatred, anger and terror. The elevator started coming down. I was struck by it's calmness. Smoothly it flowed down, then the characteristic sound was heard and the recorded cold but polite voice announced the number of the floor I was.

I went to the left corner and collapsed trying to calm my heartbeat. The door opens and welcomes Mrs. Hope. That's how ironic her name seemed to me at the time.She was my neighbor. He lived one floor below our apartment.

Errika: Mrs. Hope?

Nothing. She didn't come back to look at me either. She searched inside her purse for the key to her apartment and pressed the button. Second floor. The elevator started to go up. Slowly, excruciatingly.

Errika: Mrs. Hope, can't you hear me?

I said louder with tears filling my eyes. She puffed up and quickly started hitting her foot on the floor. Annoying sound, no rhythm. The elevator stops and relieves me of her presence.He's not there, at least as far as I could tell before the door closed. I'd better stay here for a while...

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Three, two, one. Go!!! The elevator's door opens and I run home. My race starts today. The steps are set, my actions as well. I opened the door, I walked into the apartment, I ran to the bathroom and I locked, toothbrush and toothpaste. 1, 2... 20 seconds ready!

I grab the brush and run back to the elevator. New record! I exclaimed as my day begins. I put my bag on and walk through my school's big gate. Without much time being wasted, the bell rings. It's time to start the first hour, History.

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