We were both absolutely shocked.
Nadia: Dad is a brainwashing victim?!
But that means that I, too...
Erica: Nadia.. I read these books.
With purring eyes she looks me in the face trying to find a sign that would betray that I had been affected.
Erica: Yes.. I've already had a strange incident where I couldn't control myself... But it was just one...
My mind was unable to realize all this.
Erica: Holy mother of God! What am I going to do?
Waitress: I'm sorry, girls, for interrupting you, but the time you paid is up. If you want to sit longer you will need the same amount.
We moved out of the building. Cold tears rolled down my cheeks. Nadia was still in shock and didn't react at all. Suddenly she announced to me full of determination.
Nadia: My best friend hasn't been affected.. I don't know what you're saying or what this site says, but I dod't believe it. My father may be, but you're not.
Erica: But I read the books.
Nadia: You didn't read all of them. And I haven't noticed any extreme and dangerous ideology on your part. All you've shown me since we met is kindness.
I didn't know how to feel. Her words worked repressively in my fear. I believed until now that no matter how much father hurted me externally, I would always be able to maintain my personality intact and that my strong will would save me.
Now... I feel like I've lost everything, I'm on earth without being able to rely on or refer to anything for a reserve of courage. Tears dried up on my cheeks, my best friend passed her arms around my shoulders comforting me silently.Her heartbeat was resonant, fast but steady.
She gave me a certainty, an assurance, she wasn't going to change. The rain had stopped, a breeze had stayed behind her long enough to make us say.I brought my palms under my sweatshirt to touch my bare ribs.
I balanced the temperature of my hot ribs with that of my frozen hands. So I felt more warm, it was a trick I learned during my days in the elevator, it worked every time.
Nadia: I have to help Dad get over it.
Erica: Are you going to talk to him?
Nadia: No, of course not. First I need to get more information. I never say anything to my parents until I've gathered the information I need. Otherwise they'll hide their tracks better and I'll never know the truth.
I ignored the inadvertent reset of the words on the cards; it was clever what she told me, I would help her in every move; she's done so much for me and she keeps doing; we were walking through the building; from afar I could see two blue figures in imposing garb.
There were two policemen standing outside my house. My heart lost a beat, did they know about me? They approached us and I could already feel the pressure piling up inside me.
Officer1: Excuse me, girls, is one of you the girl who lives in the elevator?
His hands cut off my street, my answer came instinctively.
Erica: No.. Not... What's going on?
Officer2: We have been made an anonymous complaint that a girl has trespassed in public. Do you know her?
Nadia: Not well, she doesn't talk much, she is generally not very social.
She's backing me up. Extended her hand to them.
Nadia: I'm Nadia. I live here and I know the girl has never caused a problem...
Officer2: It turns out the lady who made the complaint has the opposite view.. Do you live here?
They look at me from top to toe. Can they tell I'm lying? I'm starting to sweat, I have to be able to answer them, fortunately because of the rain it wasn't distinct.
Nadia: No, she doesn't live here. She's a friend of mine, and she's here to sit down.
Officer1: Yes...
They kept staring at me, I looked to hide my panic all the time, I was in danger, I was in danger of losing everything I had acquired. This anxiety was spreading slowly, slowly all over my body.It started from my chest, which was the focus, and it went all the way to my fingertips.
It triggered chemical reactions that made me want to run away with Nadia. Disappear and go stay away from everyone and everything, without threats.
Nadia: I'm sorry, but we have to go now. Thank you and good luck with your research.
Officer2: We are going to make sure we track her down. We're very formal with our work.
We went up the stairs to the apartment. I had nowhere place to go.
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