A Short Story : Are You Going Down?

Imagine laying on the floor of the building that you would come to every day. My leg crushed to the point where I couldn't move with out bringing tons of pain. The first couple of hours of me being trapped I began to hear moment of people. Someone had came to the building looking for survivors, they try to help me

One day my mom came and found me and my sister and told us we had to go somewhere. We went and found our shoes and started heading out the door. My sister and I started hoping down the front steps just about running into a vehicle parked out front. My mom told me and my sister to get in, both of us were kind of scared but we did it anyways. So me and my sister attempted getting into the big vehicle, well it may not have been that big, but to us it seemed like it was. We drove for what seemed like hours till all of a sudden the car stopped. I opened the door and hoped out onto the cold hard cement. I didn’t know where we were at, I had never seen this place before. The people in the car and my mom told us to go up to the front steps and they will be right behind us. So me and my sister made our way up the steps and to a big front door. We looked and found a doorbell and chose to push it. After just a little while the door opened and this younger couple looked down at us with huge smiles on their faces.

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

"Get up honey, breakfast is ready." mom advises as she stands from my bed and smooths out her skirt, giveing me a thin smile as she slips out of my room. I rub my tired eyes, and sit up in my bed. A brown strand of hair falls in front of my eyes as I do so. Standing from my bed, I slide on my slippers and groggily walk to the bathroom. I grab my hair brush and pull my hair out of my face and into a loose ponytail.

“Hold the elevator!” Someone shouted down the hall. “Hold it!” I wiped at my eyes again and grimaced. Quickly, I stuck my arm out stopping the doors from closing. A man entered beside me. “Thank you, thank you.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

I dreamt of death. Violent images of maimed humans surfaced, their mouths gaping open, skin clammy with sweat and eyes staring up at nothing. The bony skulls of my family grinned at me through the blackness. I still remembered that dead blank look in my parents' eyes. The gurgle that they made as they collapsed in a heap on the floor. With a shudder, I dragged myself from going through the torture of relieving everything over

My reflection mimicked my actions in the bathroom mirror as I slowly straighten my hair. The process never exceeded fifteen minutes, reasonably because my hair was naturally dull. Slowly, I flicker my eyes towards the mirror out of curiosity. There was something about the lifeless look in my eyes, that even makeup couldn't cover up. The previous nights events flash across my mind.

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

I was searching through a room when my flashlight started flickering before it turned off. I heard footsteps, at first believing they were mine until I stood still and the footsteps continued. It was dark, the windows were boarded, blocking out any light from outside. Somebody else was in there with me and I know it wasn't Joel because I heard his calls for his brother echoing through the hall. The door slammed shut and I felt a cool breeze run through me.

"See? T-there is nothing to b-be afraid of," Neil assured. We were currently inside the elevator as the doors were shutting; my eyes were covered by my hands, and I was leaning against the wall for support. It had taken another ten minutes after agreeing to do it before I got myself to actually get on the thing.

I threw back my comforter and slowly rose out of my bed. The sun wasn’t even up yet; it felt like an injustice to be wasting these precious hours that I could be asleep to be getting ready to go to the doctor. Stumbling towards the bathroom, I brushed my

I had no idea where I was. Despite my blurred vision, I soon recognized the sound of an operating heart monitor machine. I tried to rub my eyes, but the wires connected to my arm restrained my movements. As I recovered my vision, I recognized the ICU room and my father standing beside me. He gently covered me, swallowed his tears, took a deep breath, and told me what had happened. While he was speaking, some moments of the incident gradually started coming to me, and it all began to make sense.

We entered the elevator next. The elevator was as long and narrow as a prison confinement. Slowly and steadily, it glided up to the 5th floor. The inside of the elevator smelled like fresh hand sanitizer. My sisters and I had a million questions we wanted to ask but at that time all of us were silent in awe. Noticing our reaction, dad looked at us and smiled as comfort. The doors opened and I leaped out in

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided