Erica: Get out of here now!

I screamed, I could feel my throat burning. My voice rose from the depths of my lungs and as a Tingling spread all over my body. The power of my phrase being so great that it became what all of me anxiously yelled.
The monster to disappear, to leave now, to no longer exist. He took a step backwards
Inadvertently, as if he received a push from my hand, a kick from my leg, as I accepted from him.

The Elevator

I'm going in almost silently. A strong wave of nausea hit me. I'm going to throw up. Erica, focus, you need to stay committed to your goal. Deep breathing and heading towards the refrigerator. With a pull of the doorknob it is revealed what will constitute my lunch. 


A few slices of bread and a piece of solid butter. I think that's good for me. But I'm going to need a knife to grind the butter on the bread... I opened the drawer somewhat carelessly making a deep noise that broke the silence. 


Father: What are you doing here? Are you here to steal from me while I'm sleeping?! 


Nausea stronger than ever, my anxiety burning me. He came to me and the flame of anxiety is unleashed on my limbs. Mechanically I grab the knife, the butter, the bread... 


Father: Useless pig! It's your fault! If you hadn't been born, my wife would be alive by now! 


Big strides against me, he grabbed me by the hair. 


Erica: I don't know what you're talking about. Get away! Don't touch me. 


Father: It's your fault, you! You! You! 


My hair oscillated in his fist, my head landed with force on the shelves of the open fridge. 


I screamed, my blood is running at an indeterminate rate through my veins, I can feel it in every inch of my body. Another powerful blow comes accompanied by shouting and swearing. I'm dizzy, I'm about to lose consciousness. 


My neck is wet, covered in a glysic substance of unknown origin. This metal liquid rolled on my back and he became more. 


Rhythmically, he kept hitting me. First in my head on the shelves and then in my soul with his swearing. I closed my eyes. Hit, swear, hit... Now! I kicked him with the least force I have left, he's surprised for a moment, and I stole my lunch, the knife and ran out into the hallway. 


I brought my hand to my neck only to discover that the substance is blood flowing sticking my hair together. The one behind me running to catch up with me, to hit me harder. The elevator's going up, it's almost here. 


Father: You're a murderer! I'll punish you as I should. His hand raised in the air, the doors opened, I walked in, his hand descended with a bang hitting the void. 


None of us had noticed that the family in the next apartment was in the elevator. Father smiled reluctantly and left. I fall back dazed, full of blood. The family went to her apartment and the doors secured me. I took off the shirt I was wearing after it's gotten a hideous reddish tint. It's time to reward my stomach with the food I deservedly earned.


You are a murderer! I will punish you as I should