The Elevator

Everything's changing around me and I'm staying steady

My legs are numb. That's how I woke up today, with a tingling spread to my limbs. I've kept them still for so long. I don't want to get up, my legs can't hold me. I'm technically dead as I sit here. The elevator goes up and down all the time.

People come in and people come out, none of them have greeted me or even looked at me. One, one, the apartments were empty. I saw almost everyone. Everything's changing around me and I'm staying steady.

I heard everyone's morning complaints, I was there in the background listening to everything. But no one was there to hear mine. Complaints, worries. Everything remained unresolved, unheard, indifferent. I was part of their lives, the girl lying behind them.

They saw me, which is to put it better, they looked at me. They couldn't really look at me, they couldn't see a man down there, they saw a barrier, an annoyance. No one would want to get in trouble. To be pulled from the gutter, to spare me from my misery, would mean that he too would have to sink on the surface, take my place.

You can imagine what a mess it would be for anyone to blame a worthy part of society and its neighbor. They had heard the cries of despair of me all of them. Each of them and they were just silenced. They had a special place in their hearts for their sin, their silence.

Frozen here, doomed forever to invisibility. Let's just say they hadn't heard my screams. They were quite comfortable in their lives, and all that security of their egos had deafened them. But did he blind them already?

All the neighbors and teachers, one by one, fell victims of this terrible condition that made them not able to identify any bruises on my body. To easily ignore my crying eyes and my bloody clothes. The apartment I was staying in was never a real house for me, it was a cell, beautifully decorated and convenient.

But whatever you did remained a cell, a cell with a nice wrapper. To fool people a little. What does she miss? Doesn't a roof offer her warmth? The first excuses that fed themselves. Then, when I got out of this cage, they were followed by others...

She's safe now, no one's going to hurt her. She won't miss anything here, here we are all her neighbors, we care about her, we have her as our child. Other excuses that fed themselves with bulimia, because only an eating disorder could be likened to what was happening.

They had a distorted image of themselves and their desires dominated their body and soul. They were in control, not their minds, but some ideals that others had planted without their perception. Why did I have to run every day to save my life? The mistake I made was to be born?

Is that why they blamed me? If that were the case, humanity would be made up of criminals. No one should have a comfortable life. And yet that wasn't the case, all of them were happy. I'm sorry, but I would never want that happiness, the price of getting it seems too great to me.

I wouldn't give up on the use of my senses, vision and hearing. I have wished so many times absolute happiness usually this is something very vague, but for me it was something specific, I had set certain rules to achieve it.

I wouldn't ignore anyone, my senses wouldn't fall into lethargy, nor would I allow my mind to be manipulated. I'm moving forward with what I have all the way to my goal.

Nadia: Are you still here?

Erica: Mm?

The first person to talk to me today.

Hello! Please vote for the chapters, you will make me very happy, those who already vote for me, or even just reading my story, I want you to know that you give me a huge amount of joy and courage to continue. Writing is my refuge. The elevator is a creation to which I have added all my love and is also my first complete book here on wattpad I hope you have as much fun as you read it as when I wrote it.

Kristiana Palli