Famous Last Words

Lyra POV
The light's go out, and the silence is deafening. Panic is flowing through my veins right now, I'm not brave. I was never one to be brave, the scars on my arms prove that. And I have pretty bad anxiety and panic attacks, so you can imagine my terror when the elevator lurches. But almost immediately, the emergency lights turn on. "It's okay, Lye. All we have to do is press the emergency button. It'll be fine." says Gee, going over to the button panel and pressing the red bell, but it only gets worse. It must've malfunctioned or something, because all that happens is that the lights we have left slowly dim back to pitch black. And as we slowly loose the lights we have left, it feels like the walls are closing in, and all of the hope I had fades along with it. "Lye?!" he says instantly, reaching out into the air in front of him, he can't see anything, neither can I. I just go back into my safe position, hugging my knees, closing my eyes. "I'm r-right h-h-here." I speak quietly. "Hold on." he says. I don't know what he's doing, but then I finally see light. I take it in like oxygen, and it's coming from his phone. "Check the ceiling." I say, and he points the phone's light towards the ceiling, and just like I thought, there's an emergency exit. "How'd you know that would be there?" he says. "I used to live near a drive-in, I took my radio and I had all action movies at my will, there's always an emergency exit in the ceiling." he smiles at my movie logic and he reaches up, opening it, barely reaching it. "We're not that far down, we could probably get the door open, as long as we stand on top of the elevator. Come on." I look up, and he gives me a quick lift, before I'm able to climb onto the top of the elevator, and I help pull Gerard up afterwards. I struggle to reach the very bottom of the closed door, and I hear something. "Listen." I whisper. "Against the door, I think I hear something." Gee presses against the door, listening. I can barely reach, yet he's halfway up it. I can hear it. Whistling. Only A faint sound, but I can still hear it. "Hello?" He calls, trying to get the whistlers attention. "Hello?" says the voice. It's Frank. "Frank, than god you're here! We need some help..." I can hear him walking over to the elevator door. "With what? Where are you?" "Lyra and I climbed on top of the elevator, the power got all fxcked up, so we escaped." "So right now you're on top of a dangling elevator?" "Yes." my tone is aggravated and impatient. I just want to leave. "Hang in there." he says. "This might take a while, but I think I can get you guys out of there." I cross my arms, refusing to look anywhere but the wall. "Look, Lye." says Gee. "It didn't mean anything. It was a one night stand. And I regret it." I don't respond. "I'm sorry." he says. "I didn't think she'd try anything." "It's not surprising, she used to cheat on dad all the time." "And you didn't say anything to your dad?" "He deserved every man that walked into that house." "What exactly...did he do?" I look up at him. No. No, I'm not gonna talk about that. I'm keeping all the painful details to myself. "Forget it. I'm not detailing it." "Lye, we're gonna have to talk about it eventually." "No! Why?! Why do you want to know?!" I'm fighting an urge to punch the wall so hard right now. "It's just a border that's still closed. Come on, we're gonna be stuck here for a while, anyways. Just explain what happened. Why you never told anyone." "Fine." my voice is burning with fury, and trembling. "I was a bad kid. My mom had me when she was in high school. She didn't wanna have me. Her mom wouldn't let her get an abortion. So she did. She complained and just wanted to give me up for adoption, but her mom still wouldn't let her. So she never wanted me. She never cared about me. Same with dad. He hated me. I never had real parents. Some times, when I was really young, I would draw a mom out of chalk in the driveway, and lay down on the pavement where I drew it, curled up into a ball, crying for hours. I just wanted to die. And then my mom started to hit me. She was weak, but to a child as young as I was, it hurt like a bxtch. And then my dad started to do the same, but he was stronger. Then the day came where my parents had me tested. I wasn't crazy, but I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, Dyslexia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and of course...a stammer for when I'm nervous. Then I started to cut and run away, and so on..." I don't wanna go on. I knew I would cry if I do, and I'm not going to cry. Gee just stands there, he literally has nothing else to say. I need something to break through the silence. To relieve the tension. And then something does. I hear it. A large BANG on the door. And the door starts to open, it's being pried open from the outside. And as soon as I realize we'll be leaving soon, the elevator begins to shake slightly. "We have to hurry." I say. As the light begins to stream from the hallway, pretty much blinding me, I shield my eyes for a second before they adjust, and once the door is finally pried open, I get ready to leave this dark crowded shaft. "Grab my hand." he says to me. I grab his hand as the elevator drops a few feet. A stifle a quiet scream and pull myself up onto the floor. Gerard keeps an arm around the carpeted floor above him. "Come on!" he shouts, and we pull him up from his imminent death as the elevator drops further down. Finally. We're all here safe on the floor. And after we're all standing up, hugging tightly, the elevator crashes down, and into the ground floor...

Notes

Ummm....yeah. Rate, comment and subscribe! ^_^