The Elevator

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Mary: Their goal is to subjugate the whole country to their philosophy, those who do not submit are not worthy of the life given to them so they must die. I believe you about your friend. Seeing this book makes me want to scream out loud.

I don't know how you can help her, but I do know that the fire arrows gather in a certain place to end the "purification"  ceremony, that is, the murder of the unfaithful member. Somewhere with a lot of their books.

Also keep in mind their manual, it has the instructions to be able to control the seizures and as a result to tame the person under the influence.

We were both sitting in the back seat. Who knows now, which people may have been left out of prison and kidnapped Nadia's family... Mrs. Mary took a sigh, remembering the events. She turned her eyes through her head and unlocked the door for us to get out quickly returning to reality.

Mary: Please, I want you to leave now.

This time her voice was very soft. Her anger had certainly waned. It was lost in the passage of the past. Seeing her kind demeanor, we could only obey her request. Elena said goodbye to me, saying she needed some time to think about how she could help me and how her parents would soon start to worry.

I was left alone on the icy and dark streets of the city. The alleys certainly lacked the lighting, with only a few faint lights placed several meters away from each other. I walked mechanically to my most familiar places.

Mrs. Mary pointed out that they would go back to the place with the many books to carry out the ceremony. My worst fear had been confirmed. They wanted to kill her, to "purify" her, basically to turn her into a valuable piece of energy as she wasn't already valuable enough.

Dog barks were heard coming from behind me on the otherwise frighteningly quiet street. I looked scared in the dark field for some strange addition, something of a figure. That didn't exist. But there was also no security in this alley. I felt so exposed to the world like that.

I've never had to stay without a roof over my head. My little heart fluttered in the reminiscent of the oxymoron warm environment of my elevator. Bright, relatively sheltered and above all confined away from the outside world.

The police have unwittingly managed to take away all the security I had and expose me to the atrocity of our city. The fervor of my thoughts kept my body upright and allowed it to walk. My lips dry, chapped by water scarcity. My body is empty, without the nutrients.

No ingredients in my system. My stomach was closed in a strange way, I was hungry while at the same time I wasn't. I had the need and I could recognize it, but I didn't have the feeling. The next day it was fried inside me. It was the games.

I had wasted so much of my time dedicating myself to preparing them. And while I've reached a step before they're achieved, I'm not even offered the food to function properly. Life is unfair. I'm sure the rest of you tomorrow will have the benefit of lunch and shelter.

I laugh at that realization. Where have I become? I'm focusing on the longest point in my vision, the park. I'm getting too close to it. Now I just realize that I'm attached to the places that make me feel safe, that I had a percentage of intimacy with them.

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