Helena's POV:

I arrived home at midnight. I entered the elevator. Weird. It was making noises. Maybe it needed repair. It was pretty old.

I was waiting patiently to reach my apartment when it suddenly stopped moving. No, no, no. That can't be happening! Getting stuck on the elevator in the middle of the night used to be one of my worst nightmares as a kid. I didn't like the darkness. Or being stuck inside a small thing. Or having nobody to come rescue me.

Feels like I've been stuck for some time. Apparently, my phone's dead which is pretty uncommon as I always make sure to charge it wherever I am.

Something I'd never expect, happened. The elevator started falling. It felt like it was going faster and faster. Felt like it wouldn't stop. Well, even if it did with that speed I don't know if I'd survive.

But I was wrong. When it stopped it wasn't a sudden stop. I would've died if it was. It just stopped. I didn't even fall.

I tried to open the door and it did open. There was nothing but darkness. I couldn't see anything. This had to be the basement. The elevator was falling for some time.

I didn't know what to do. What if it was dangerous to go there? What if there were people in the basement? What if that was some sick game of a murderer?

I was starting to freak out. I was alone in a dark room-basement with no way out in the middle of the night. I could just sleep and wait till tomorrow so that I'd be found but how am I supposed to stay calm in such a situation ?

I don't know what to do. I don't think I can handle it for such a long time.

Today was pretty okay, except for the crying-with-Deep-Voice-holding- me part nothing went wrong. It was more than okay, actually. I got the role which was a big deal for me. Too bad I won't get to live to see what it'd be like being an actor.

I mean that's definitely not how I wanted to die. I didn't want to get killed in the place I feared the most.

Flashback

I'm in the basement of my house, locked. There's nothing but darkness. I'm so scared. My friend told me to wait here. She said <<don't panick I'll be back with a surprise>> and left. But she never really came back. The other day my parents got me out. They said I texted them that I'd be having a sleepover at that friend's house, the one that locked me, Malleysa. I never said anything like that. But that's what happens when you have your phone unlocked. They told Mallaysa's mom about it but she acted like she didn't know. She told me I shouldn't have told my parents. I said <<sorry>> but she told me that she'd never forgive me. It's been 6 years since we last saw each other. Now that I think of it, I don't ever wanna see her again.

That night was terrifying. I had to sleep at the floor. I was hitting the door screaming because I was scared. But our apartment was on the 6th floor. Nobody could hear me.There were still some marks on my palms from that day. From me trying to be heard.

End of flashback

<<AAAAAAA>> A loud female scream was heard. It seemed like that woman was in danger. Why? Should I just go back at the elevator and stay there? Maybe it'd be safer. But what about her? She seems to be in need of help. I can't just leave her here. Besides, maybe she'll show me the exit.

<<Help! Help me! Please!>> The voice was now closer. I was mistaken. It wasn't coming from a woman but a little girl. I couldn't see her but it sounded like it.

<<Are you listening? I need help!>> Her voice was shaking. Was she... crying? What was going on?

<<What's wrong, dear? Hey, don't cry>> I tried to calm her down. I don't know what's happening but it seems like the girl's really scared right now. I should help her.

<<What do you mean what's wrong? Everything is purple! I hate purple but that's the only thing I see here! My mother was wearing a purple dress the day she died! I HATE purple. I HATE it.>> Her voice broke twice and she was screaming in pain.

But what was she saying? Everything was purple? Nothing was purple. There was nothing but darkness here. Maybe she can't see? Maybe I can't? Maybe I'm crazy? Purple? What purple? What should I do? I don't even know her. Maybe she has some kind of mental illness or I don't know. What should I say?

I'll just agree with what she says.

<<I know, my girl. But we'll find a way out of here soon. Do you know where we are?>>

<<No! Oh wait yes! We're at my school! That's where I went this morning. >>

Alright now I was really starting to believe that one of us was crazy. I think we are in a dark basement because that's where I took the elevator and she thinks we're in a purple room at her school. Right.

<<You're pretty.>> She broke the silence, her voice steady now.

She can see me? Okay, well I don't what this is but I just wanna give up and scream at whoever's behind it. Before I get killed, of course.

<<Thank you, my girl. You're safe with me. If you get scared again, hold my hand. Let's take a walk and see how we can go out of here.>> I was so scared. Maybe someone put that girl here to make me crazy or I don't know!

We spend some time walking. Me in darkness and her in purple. But there was no exit.

<<Stairs. Maybe they're out way out. But I'm scared of stairs so I can't do it >> the little girl said.

Stairs? Stairs! I hope there are stairs.

<<Where?>>

She took my hand and climbed somewhere but I couldn't climb. There was nothing I could hold or step at.

<<Why aren't you coming? I'm really scared alone. I won't go by myself.>>

Maybe she found an exit. But why couldn't I find it. She took my hand and said that's a stair. Was I supposed to be touching something? Because I wasn't.

I don't know what this is but I have to get her out of here.

<<Aren't you coming? >> She said, her tone full of pain and sadness again.

<<I'm so sorry, but I can't. I live here. That's a dream. You're dreaming right now! A nightmare maybe. But that's the point in nightmares. Overcoming your fears! So climb those stairs and wake up, because this nightmare is over! You won! You just have to take the stairs!>> I tried to sound all happy and excited. This way maybe she'd find the exit because I don't think staying here any longer would do her good.

<<Really? That's a dream? A nightmare? Wow. I should've known. You're too pretty to be real. Goodbye, uhm... What's your er- name?>>
She asked quite nervous? Aw.

<<I'm Lisa. Goodbye, ... What's your name?>>

<<Emma>>
Emma.

My once best friend was called Emma. She used to say I'm pretty too.

But that was just a kid and something wasn't right with this Emma. I don't know if it was the purple or the stairs but I was starting to believe I was playing in a horror movie.

<<So, bye Emma! Maybe I'll see you in some other dream>>

<<Yay! Yeah, please. But no more nightmares please.>> Bet she was crying again.

I heard the noises of someone walking up the stairs. It was petrifying. I couldn't see or touch anything still u heard the noises. What if my mind made up Emma? What if there was no Emma? What if there was and the stairs lead her in a dangerous place? What if she's in danger because of me?

Some kind of liquid touched my feet. I touched it and brought it at my nose. It didn't smell. I licked it. Great, idea, Helena. Maybe it's some kind of venom.

Nah. No. It was... Water? What the hell is happening? Soon enough the water has reached my knees. Maybe that's how I was meant to die. Drown in the basement of my house. But that couldn't be an accident. Maybe I was dreaming. No, it felt real.

I was running around, searching for some sort of door ? A window? A hole? Something. But there was nothing.

The water was now touching my arms.

I felt so sorry. My parents would learn tomorrow that I was no longer alive. That I have drowned. Better than dying to suicide. What am I thinking? They're both bad. I'll be dead either way. They'd scream and cry and ask God why. Why was this happening to them. Leana would receive a call and get excited thinking it would be some stranger only to find out her best friend was dead.

Flashback

I was ten. I was swimming in a pool at my friend's house. It was her birthday. She and our friends came close and started pulling me under water, for fun. They were laughing. I told them to stop but they kept on laughing. They thought it was funny I guess. But I kept on saying stop and they kept on pulling me. They said :
Just one more , just one more.
They were looking at each other like that was their most entertaining thing. I had like one second to breathe before getting under water again. I panicked. I didn't have enough time to breathe. I drunk a lot of water. Just as I was about to drown, they stopped. They kept on talking and laughing. Didn't even say sorry.
I told them I didn't like it but they wouldn't listen so at some point I just stopped. I couldn't pull them or do anything to get myself out of the water. They were three or more.

I continued my day. Told her happy birthday, acted like everything was okay. But she was my friend, why would she laugh and do something I didn't enjoy? Now whenever I swim and someone comes close or touches me I go away as soon as I can. Even if that person is my mom.

End of flashback

I was barely breathing now, there was no air left. I was still fighting to get out of the water. I was screaming for help hoping someone would hear me. But who was I kidding? Nobody cared. Nobody was here to save me.Just like then. Nobody cared , nobody listened to me. They were my closest people yet they didn't respect me. They made it seem like what they were doing was normal and that I was the weird one. Like I should enjoy it. I mean I didn't drown but it kind of hurt me.

I remembered a song of mine I once wrote. It went like:

Why do I feel like I'm drowning while there's no water around me?
Feels like it's about time I passed away.
Nobody will come to save me cause I'm too scared to let them see.
I need somebody to help me breath.
Maybe I'm just being dramatic again.

That song was about drowning emotionally. It was about sadness and anxiety. Not about drowning really. I didn't see this day coming. The day when water would take life away from me.

I was whispering those words till my last breath. I could feel myself getting out of breath, I could feel myself die.

That's when I woke up to my alarm's welcoming and melodical Beep Beep Beep Beep. I was sweating. It was a nightmare. Another nightmare. It's been two weeks since I last had one. They came back.

My breath quickened and I couldn't think.

I reminded myself that I was safe. I was home. I've just woken up. Today was a new day. I had to go to the theatre to play cause I was an actor. Took some deep breaths.

It didn't help. I was still feeling scared still feeling sick. So I dialed Leana's number.

**Author's note:
Gosh, I hope it's not too complicated guys. I feel like this story doesn't make sense at some point. Anyways.
What's your opinion on Valenthio?
If you notice any errors please comment and I'll edit them.
Alsooooo the lyrics above are actually mine. I plan on making it a song someday. I think it's pretty weird though? What do you think?

Don't copy my work.

Thank you so much

I'm 15 so I'm sorry if my story is messed up. I'll try to make it better.