Young Writers Society

Chapter 5

Then it happened. That day when Eliana rushed in through the glass doors with tears streaming down her face. As she struggled with the gate he entered, anger clear in his careless eyes. The door was open before she could move, and she was pushed into the confines of my walls with no escape. Her scream resonated throughout the building pitifully in those last moments before the gate was closed. I saw the old man grab the phone and begin punching in numbers.

But it was too late. She was already trapped inside of me, with no escape or chance of security. His rough finger pushed the top floor, and I began my ascent, hating myself every moment of the way.

He cornered her; kissing away every scream she tried utter. His hands held her brown hair, pulling it and ensuring more attempts to scream. Eliana fought, she bit his polluted lips and yanked her knee up between his legs. Angrily, he let out a snarl that sounded more like a beast than a human. His arms rose and smashed into Eliana’s face. I could feel her head snap back into the wood and hear the snap of her nose. Blood gushed down her face, her clothes, her hair. Another punch sent her to the floor and she lay there gasping for breath.

We reached the fourth floor. Maybe, maybe I would make it to the top. The doors would be opened and Eliana’s father would redeem himself, come to her rescue. I desperately tried to accelerate my journey, hoping to save my angel, my Eliana.

On the floor she lay, now still from a third blow. Above her, he rose to his full height; so much taller than Eliana, so much stronger. He laughed, a hideous sound of malice. Then his foot dug into her side. Even I could feel the cracking of her ribs as it radiated through the wood. Again and again he kicked her. We reached the last floor and I jolted to a stop. Eliana had always loved the way her stomach did loops each time she rode in my.

Now, the only thing she could do was let out a tiny moan. One moan before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gun. One moan before that clap of thunder ended it all and I was left an elevator, alone and unused in a building that has not been entered for years. I sit quietly in the lobby, watching the apartments continue on in their state of decay, waiting for a fire to consume me, hoping a bulldozer will come and end my life along with the memories I carry.