The Elevator

Stronger

Entering the key on the inside of the door and pulling it gently tilting calmly to the left, securing the cage. Without looking if he was missing or if he was in a room, we went looking. We upset the whole house.

We searched in drawers, cupboards, even in between the sofa cushions and under the carpet. Nothing.

Nadia: The living room is clean along with the kitchen.

Erica: There's no way he's hidden a book here and we lost it.

Nadia: We're moving on to the rooms.

She's taking the initiative, and I'm going to follow my concerns. One, one, I was putting my foot forward after Nadia's. I followed her faithfully as she methodically entered every opening we passed. She always researched the left side in the same untroubled way and I the right jerky.

Her lack of knowledge was obvious. I was informed of the dangers of this and my body was reacting scared to protect me. It wasn't a cowardly move on my part. It was premeditated from my mind, hers on the other hand wasn't methodical as it seemed, but stupid, and it could be fatal. I let go of a trembling breath, watching her leave the bathroom and head to my former cell.

Such an icy and inhospitable place. If there is a hell it will surely take its form and the devil disciple of my father in the art of violence and disgust. I had stopped moving, bombarded with emotions, blows to my soul and body.

Nadia had finished searching my office before she noticed my stillness.

Nadia: Do you want me to look for the rest?

Erica: No, I have to do it.

Don't they say the best way to overcome your fears is to face them? Feel them deep in your skin, tear your flesh apart violently, and then nothing. Empty, fear disappears... You can't feel anything for him. Anesthesia..

I approached my bed and stroked the surface of the covers intensely, they've been the same since the day I left... I pick them up, a wave of dust spreads in the air. I'm getting nervous. I'm picking up the mattress to the top, nothing.

I lift the mattress, the pillow, nothing. I bend my knees completely, but without touching the floor yet. Like when I was little. Hiding under my bed so he won't find me. To stay here for hours so I don't give him the slightest reason for a fight and a beating.

These sheets have wiped away my tears, absorbed my pain and grief. Looking at them, of course, now here I see an abandoned and dirty dump. My old hideout has become home to many spiders that seem to find a duvet warmth the dust.

Maybe this place really absorbed my feelings, moody, thankless and sad, as did my psyche. Nadia puts her hand on my shoulder, caressing it, and gently squeezed me. Now was the time for the true challenge of myself, the source of hatred. Let's search my father's room.

I obviously resented it and a few more tears got out of my control.

Nadia: You don't have to do this. Don't worry, I can handle it.

She protectively blocked my entrance.

Erica: It should make me stronger.

And with determination I opened the door and we walked in, then everything is annihilated.

Father: What are you doing here!?