The Elevator

The lights go out in the elevator for the first time

Erica: All right! Just one more question, how come your parents are okay with that? I'm really very curious.

Nadia: They won't be, I told them I'd stay with one of my classmates. I even texted her to cover for me just in case.

It says naturally. She'll have to do it a lot.

Nadia: I brought us snacks.

She pulls a bag of crisps out of her purse.

Erica: Thank you, in any other case I would say yes but now no. I've eaten a lot today.

Nadia: I noticed, you acted like you hadn't eaten in days.

I hadn't..

Nadia: Really, what do you eat in general, if it's not a very personal question.

Erica: I steal food from my father's kitchen. I generally sneak into the house and get what I need...

Her eyes lost their luster. They're pale, cold.

Nadia: You know. There's another reason I haven't been well since yesterday. I'm so ashamed of you.

She's ranting.

Erica: Why?

Nadia: I heard you yelling that day.

The day I came to the elevator.

Nadia: You were begging for help, were ringing the bell and we didn't even call the police. Not then, not even once we heard him hit you.

Watery eyes and her voice unstable.

Nadia: I'm sorry I've been awful to you while you..

She bursts into sobs and falls into my arms.

Erica: It's okay, I've forgiven you.

I squeeze her on me to calm her down, she is shaking, I caress her on the back gently.

Nadia: But now... I'm in the right place to do anything. What do you want? You want me to call the police?

Erica: No, no, better that way. I'm very worried if I end up in an institution, I'm nervous about such a change...

I don't want to lose my only friend.

Erica: You don't have to do anything for me, don't feel obligated. She's pulled out of my arms, I look her deep into my eyes. The lights go out in the elevator for the first time. Blackout.

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