“Addie?” Duncan says in the darkness.
“Fuckingfuck,” I reply on a sigh, gingerly rubbing my left shoulder.
“Does this happen often?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so.” Aren’t there emergency lights? Shouldn’t some battery-powered backup lights be on?
“So it should be quick?” his voice is getting quieter.
And new alarm bells start ringing in my head. “Should be. Are you—are you okay in the dark?”
“Yeah.”
It’s a shortyeah.
“But?” I ask softly.
“I’m fine.”
He’s not fine.
He’s stuck in an elevator with me in the pitch black.
Soaking wet.
And there’s no telling how long we’ll be in here.
Fuck.
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Duncan
I will not losemy shit in this elevator.
Nope. Nope nope. Not thinking aboutwhereI am.
In the dark.
In a small room held up by just a cable.
Who knows how many stories up.
In the dark.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
Still the same dark, but I’m in control of dark-behind-my-eyelids dark.
I’m in control. I’m in control. I’m in control.
Do we have enough oxygen? Does anyone know we’re stuck? Will they help us? How can they help us? Are we between floors? How long will we be here?
Nope, not in control.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Is Addie afraid of elevators?
