The Elevator

You are a murderer! I will punish you as I should

I'm going in almost silently. A strong wave of nausea hits me. I'm going to throw up. Erica, focus, you need to stay committed to your goal. Deep breathing and heading towards the refrigerator. With a pull of the doorknob it is revealed what will will constitute my lunch.

A few slices of bread and a piece of solid butter. I think that's good for me. But I'm going to need a knife to grind the butter on the bread... I open the drawer somewhat carelessly making a deep noise that broke the silence.

Father: What are you doing here? Are you here to steal from me while I'm sleeping?!

Nausea stronger than ever, my anxiety burning me. It comes to me and the flame of anxiety is unleashed on my limbs. Mechanically I grab the knife, the butter, the bread...

Father: Useless pig! It's your fault! If you hadn't been born, my wife would be alive by now!

Big strides against me, he grabs me by the hair. 

Erica: I don't know what you're talking about Get away! Don't touch me.

I'm shouting. I'm in a lot of pain.

Father: It's your fault, you! You! You!

My hair oscillates in his fist, lands my head with force on the shelves of the open fridge.

Erica: Let me go!

I screamed, my blood is running at an indeterminate rate through my veins, I can feel it in every inch of my body. Another powerful blow comes accompanied by shouting and swearing. I'm dizzy, I'm about to lose consciousness.

My neck is wet, covered in a glysic substance of unknown origin. This metal liquid rolled on my back and he grew.

Father: Killer! You killed her.

Rhythmically, he kept hitting me. First in my head on the shelves and then in my soul with his swearing. I close my eyes. Hit, swear, hit... Now! I kick him with the least force I have left, he's surprised for a moment, and I steal my lunch, the knife and run out into the hallway.

I bring my hand to my neck only to discover that the substance is blood flowing sticking my hair together. The one behind me running to catch up with me, to hit me harder. The elevator's going up, it's almost here.

Father: You're a murderer! I'll punish you as you should. His hand raised in the air, the doors open, I walked in, his hand descended with a bang hitting the void.

Eurydice: Hello, Mr. Gerasimos!

None of us had noticed that the family in the next apartment was in the elevator. Father smiles reluctantly and leaves. I fall back dazed, full of blood. The family goes to her apartment and the doors secure me. I take off the shirt I'm wearing after it's gotten a hideous reddish tint.It's time to reward my stomach with the food I deservedly earned.

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