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

My legs were numb. That's how I woke up today, with a tingling spread to my limbs. I've kept them still for so long. I didn't want to get up, my legs couldn't hold me. I'm technically dead as I sit here. The elevator went up and down all the time. 


People came in and people came out, none of them have greeted me or even looked at me. One, one, the apartments were empty. I saw almost everyone. Everything's changing around me and I'm staying steady. 


I heard everyone's morning complaints, I was there in the background listening to everything. But no one was there to hear mine. Complaints, worries. Everything remained unresolved, unheard, indifferent. I was part of their lives, the girl lying behind them. 


They saw me, which is to put it better, they looked at me. They couldn't really look at me, they couldn't see a man down there, they saw a barrier, an annoyance. No one would want to get in trouble. To pull me from the gutter, to spare me from my misery, would mean that he too would have to sink on the surface, take my place. 


You can imagine what a mess it would be for anyone to blame a worthy part of society and its neighbor. They had heard the cries of despair of me, all of them. Each of them and they were just silenced. They had a special place in their hearts for their sin, their silence. 


Frozen here, doomed forever to invisibility. Let's just say they hadn't heard my screams. They were quite comfortable in their lives, and all that security of their egos had deafened them. But did he blind them already? 


All the neighbors and teachers, one by one, fall victims of this terrible condition that made them not able to identify any bruises on my body. To easily ignore my crying eyes and my bloody clothes. The apartment I was staying in was never a real house for me, it was a cell, beautifully decorated and convenient. 


But whatever you did remained a cell, a cell with a nice wrapper. To fool people a little. What does she miss? Doesn't a roof offer her warmth? The first excuses that fed themselves. Then, when I got out of this cage, they were followed by others... 


She's safe now, no one's going to hurt her. She won't miss anything here, here we are all her neighbors, we care about her, we have her as our child. Other excuses that fed themselves with bulimia, because only an eating disorder could be likened to what was happening. 


They had a distorted image of themselves and their desires dominated their body and soul. They were in control, not their minds, but some ideals that others had planted without their perception. Why did I have to run every day to save my life? The mistake I made was to be born? 


Is that why they blamed me? If that were the case, humanity would be made up of criminals. No one should have a comfortable life. And yet that wasn't the case, all of them were happy. I'm sorry, but I would never want that happiness, the price of getting it seems too great to me. 


I wouldn't give up the use of my senses, vision and hearing. I have wished so many times absolute happiness usually this is something very vague, but for me it was something specific, I had set certain rules to achieve it. 


I wouldn't ignore anyone, my senses wouldn't fall into lethargy, nor would I allow my mind to be manipulated. I'm moving forward with what I have all the way to my goal. 
