The Elevator

The sun was shining through the frosted windows of my bedroom. I slowly got ready for work. I didn't have to go in until 4 o’clock since it was Sunday.  As I kissed my son goodbye, he complained that I always had to work. He begged me not to go.  Like usual, I didn't listen.  

It took me 15-20 minutes just to drive to my office.  Since I wanted to be on time,  I headed straight to the elevator instead of chatting with Cindy, the head receptionist at Advanced Technology Center, or the ATC.  I hit Level 12 on the number pad when I entered the elevator.  Just before the doors opened on the twelfth floor, l heard a crash and felt the elevator shake and rattle before it stopped.

 I was kind of scared until it began to fall. Then I panicked. The building I work at is 12 floors high. While not knowing what to do, something told me "Lie down on your back and don't panic!".  So I did, I trying not to panic. It felt like years. I heard another big crash sound. Now I hear people talking.  The elevator would open for a second, it seemed someone was trying to open it by hand. The doors started to open. 

 “Ma’am, are you ok?” a lady asked worriedly. 

I slowly opened my eyes. Sat up quickly, and said, Wait, I’m- alive? But- how? I slowly got up wondering to myself, what just happened. I ran out of work, and walked home, because it is a block away from my house. But not even 5 minutes later, the news there was a girl who was found dead in an elevator. I needed to use the bathroom, and when I washed my hands, I didn't see my hands, I looked in the mirror, I couldn't see myself. Then I realized.