Chapter 3: The First Obstacle

I've booked into the motel. I'm now in the elevater pressing the button for the 5th floor. All the buildings in Sydney are so big! This is meant to be a budget motel and it's got 7 floors! Oh well, it's a big city I guess. I'm feeling really tired. As soon as I get into my room I'm finding the bed and getting some shut-eye. Tomorrow I'll-
A huge screeching sound interrupts my train of thought. I jump and cover my ears. The elevator comes to a sudden stop at the same time as the screeching and I look around, very quickly becoming afraid. The lights go out. The elevator music dissapears. I'm getting really worried. Suddenly the whole world is dark and quiet. I take my hands away from my ears and immediately use them to start banging on the door. Soon I'm yelling as well. Trying to stay calm. They'll find me. It's not as if they wouldn't notice that the elevator wasn't moving. Right?

It's an hour later. I'm sitting down on the floor, trying not to cry. This shouldn't be happening. Why did I have to be in this elavator? This isn't fair. Someone please help me. Help me! I'm suddenly banging on the walls again, yelling my heart out. But I'm stopped by a realisation. The elevator's moving again! Oh thank god! I'm safe! I'm going to be-... But wait. Why aren't the lights back on? Or that annoying music? And the elevator shouldn't be going this fast... Oh no! The elevator's falling! My stomach suddenly jumps into my throat. So this is it. The end. This is how I'm going to die. I'm thinking these morbid thoughts when there's a jolt. The elevator stops again. The jolt knocks me to the ground. That was a close call. I so HAVE to get out of here. I start trying to pry the automatic doors open. I'm just about to give up when I hear voices. Wait - voices? I must be going crazy! But no- these are real voices. Has someone come? Has someone finally come to rescue me? I start banging and yelling incase they don't know I'm here, whoever 'they' are. Probably emergency services. The doors are pried open and a man who looks to be in his 30's starts talking to me.
"Ma'am are you ok? We have to get you out of here. Take my hand." I'm thinking about how strange it feels to be called ma'am when I pass out from tiredness, shock and relief. Such relief...