Gemotions

The silence in the elevator was suffocating. David ran his hand through his hair, leaving it even messier than before. He kept glancing at the security camera. Where was the security guard, or whoever handled the elevators? He had to be at his uncle's retirement party.

He tried to push the door open, but it was to no avail. He kicked at the base of the door, muttering under his breath. He hated being confined. He had to be free. He tried again, now with more force, but the door remained unmoved. The air was getting thicker, the temperature climbing.

He slumped against the wall, his shoulders tense. He pulled out his phone and tried to make a call, but there was no signal. He threw it back into his pocket with a violent gesture. It was a complete disaster.