The Hollywood Tower Hotel
The walls of the elevator shock and explode with white light and I fall and burn my arm on the striking surge of heat on the elevator wall. The ground shook. Slamming the buttons on the elevator, I panicked.
“Help!”
The words explode through my lips but immediately get thrown under the sounds of a disastrous surge.
The pain through my charred arm is a defiable obstacle, but the elevator has a mind of it’s own.
“Nothing’s working!” I scream, knowing I have nothing to lose. I can’t fret how panicked the tone in my voice is.
Repeated snapping sounds shock my surroundings. Suddenly, the lights of the round elevator buttons shut off at once. No more flickering lights on those, but there are still shards of on and off light going through the air. No more connection between the controls and I, I have no idea what this disastrous elevator might do next. My legs are challenged to stand unbalanced on the elevator floor.
“What the hell.”
No one seems to hear me tonight.
“It will stop. It’s just stuck.” I speak to myself. I try to imagine a different scenario. It was just like an episode of the Twilight Zone.
This was not an ideal night in Hollywood. The rest of my family must be having a good time.
“Crash!”
Returning from the thoughts in the back of my mind, the noises interrupted. At this point, I feel sick. The vibrant movements that this machine is making are honestly getting irritating.
Another crash and then a sharp gliding sound. Almost like a fast car on the highway kind of sound, or a blade running against another surface. A cause and an effect; the two sounds; the one right after the other. But it wasn’t just the sounds, I’m falling.
“The elevator is falling.” I think.
The enormous box jerked and so did I. My stomach tickled and rose up as my hair whipped in the wind. There goes my hat.
It only happened for a second before it reached an overblown abrupt stop and I collapsed as my legs gave in to what gravity was doing. My body still shook as the elevator continued to convulse and spaz. My breath thudded out of me. My sweat trickled off of my shiny face. The drumming of my heart grew. Gradually coming out from the stop, the elevator squeaked and slid down the shaft. Snaps and sparks flew.
My body is compressed against the corner and I grasp onto the bar along the perimeter. The way I breathe and tremble through my headache and my burnt body is unfathomable.
There’s a pause. The sounds die down for a moment and so do my thoughts. I don’t comprehend the words flying through my head.
The flickers of light fade off. The body of the elevator releases from it’s cables and the box belongs to gravity now. Wind whips all around me, and we drop down the shaft, falling freely. Faster than light it seems.
