The Elevator

Genie

I wish I had a genie in a bottle that could fulfill all my desires. It was one of my favorite fairy tales when I was little, our first-grade teacher read it to us. I imagined it would indeed be to be given such power. A genie trapped in the golden prison to serve our wishes and desires.

Come to think of it better, the genie would be unhappy... Lost in the meaning of his own life condemned by us to a life of absolute service to the needs of others. I was a little selfish, imagining something like that. The house had lost its familiar warmth, at least as a place.

But what couldn't be denied was the warmth his people were bringing to you. Compassionate and loving. The perfect family. Soon another pizza had been placed on the table. We all ate together. My appetite every time was the same. My longing guided me.

I had gone from constant hunger to complete meals, that it is considered a complete meal for a teenager my age... We finished, leaving at the bottom of the box, two pieces for Orpheus and went to her room to isolate ourselves.

I didn't know if that was the right choice for my anxiety at the time. I needed the feeling of a family. My mind knew that just a few weeks ago I was going into this house with a little sense of danger.

My body remembered it too, my bruises remained there on my ribs, even though they were fainter now. I don't know, but this all seems to me like a very distant time that has disappeared from my life.

All this hospitality and love of Nadia was given to me so generously, I was just desperately caught by them considering them as my salvation I expected. A salvation that came earlier in my life than I had planned.

I'd finish university, get a good job, and with the first money I'd rent a whole apartment of my own away from here. But I found this relief on Nadia's face much earlier. It was my salvation. So now I would have to repay her, no matter how much I was in pain, no matter how much I was afraid, no matter how much I had to cross my boundaries and break the firewalls I built.

I would protect her from anyone who was trying to disrupt her happiness and her perfect family. When it started to get dark and the candles appeared in the house, she took me by the hand to seek our own truth, to solve the problem.

We gave her dad a stupid excuse, took the keys out of my bag and found myself unlocking my cell and sentencing me again in an endless prison.

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