Chapter 5
The last thing Elenda wanted was to make the long, painful journey down the quiet hall to her parents' empty apartment. Her original plan of taking two of her new pills so she could escape from pain into sleep felt like the worst idea she'd ever had.
One of the many reasons she'd hated that elevator so, and refused to ride in it from the time she was nine, was the horrible nightmares. She never knew if she’d be dropped hundreds of feet, shot miles into the air, caught in a vast space with dozens of oblivious passengers, or squeezed by shrinking walls until her racing heart woke her.
She’d felt the car jerked sideways or backward, the brass under glass walls replaced with billowing loose fabric, barely enough to keep her inside. Sometimes not enough to keep her inside.
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