Elevator from the Past

She stands in the corner with her head down, trying to hide the demons that dance in her eyes. Her body is barely trembling with the fear in her mind taking control of her limbs. Her eyes are closed as she tries her best to calm her breathing and slow down her heart rate before something happens.

She tries her best not to say something. She tries her hardest not to do something she’ll regret. She does what she knows what to do to hold herself back as the demons haunt her mind.

Her fingernails dig into her skin, into her side, into her flesh. Blood. There’s blood in her nails. Her blood. It stings. It hurts. But it relaxes her. Damage was done. The demons are settling down, for now. She is off the hook, for now.

She leans against the wall, a shallow long breath comes from her as her body calms down and stops trembling. She looks exhausted. She looks tormented. She looks as if she lives in hell itself. She would probably say she did because of how often she heard the voices of the demons call her name, beckoning her to obey.

She hugs her sides and slowly strokes her hurt side. She finally looks up, straight in front of her at the metal wall where the buttons are. She seems fascinated by the light the buttons produce. It’s an elevator, sweetheart. Have you never noticed how one operates?

She stares at the numbers as we travel up to the 50th floor, pausing every other floor to pick up another passenger to be left off half way up. She makes herself as small as she possibly can as other people occupy the tight little space we are trapped in. She doesn’t want to be here, but she is brave enough to be.

She sighs and stands up straight. She looks a lot better. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her mind. Where are the demons now? She stretches out her fingers and lets them relax after making her knuckles turn ghost-white. She wiggles her fingers. She relaxes. She seems a lot better. Thank goodness.

She turns to look at me in the empty elevator. I feel my eyes widen with fear.

The demons are not in her. The demon…was her.

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