"Hold the elevator!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs. I ran all that i could, to get to the elevator, but just as i came up to the door, it closed shut right before my eyes.
"Well thank you for holding the elevator"
I mumbled to myself. I didn't even like elevators but i was in a real hurry, to meet my sister. She lived over here, in New York, so I had chosen to come visit her. But I had slept over.. An adorable boy head popped out from the elevator beside me.
"This one is free."
His voice was nice. I recognized the accent right away. He was British. He smiled pleasant and calming so i stepped into the elevator. He was wearing a grey hoddie and some sunglasses.
"Ehh aren’t you hot?"
He laughed and pushed on the button 'ground floor' before commenting:
"Well if you think so...”
I laughed and added:
"I mean with all of those clothes . It's like 40 degrees in here."
He just laughed at me while the doors closed. "No i don't really get warm. You’re from Britain too I hear?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Well i live there now and have done since i was 17."
He smiled at me and nodded too. I felt the elevator starting to move downwards. But after a few seconds it came to a sudden stop. A silent alarm started in my head.
“Why are we stopping? We are only on floor 4?”
The boy, I still didn’t know his name looked confused. Then his hand went for the buttons. It pressed the alarm button. “Hello? We are stuck in here! In the elevator?! Yearh.. Number two! When can you come? In FOUR HOURS! I don’t have time for that!”
He sounded so frustrated, talking with someone on the phone. I’m guessing it was the janitor or something like that. If a hotel has something like that? He hammered the receiver into the telephone devise hanging on the side of the elevator buttons.
“Why does this always happen to me?”
I could hear him whisper to himself. I slowly started panicking without making any noise. I was trapped. In an elevator. Just like the nightmare I just had... In the end of that nightmare I fell down...