Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of our very kind host Rochelle.
The Friday Fictioneers is a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike.
“To some, the elevator is nothing more than a way to go up and down.”
John looked to his psychiatrist. “To me however, it’s a reminder, of what I lost….who I lost.”
A tear ran down his cheek.
“Everyday, I hear her scared voice, crying for help.”
Sobbing, John shook his head. “The screaming never ended.”
Red rimmed eyes met with John’s.
“You said there was nothing I could do. But you’re wrong. It’s my fault she was here.”
John shoved the drugged and tied body of his psychiatrist into the elevator and pressed the down button.
“This time will be different”, he said, his sobs beginning to sound more like laughter. “This time I won’t run away when the screaming begins.”