I ran.

I ran out of the penthouse with the heaviest baggage, a broken heart and a body that was just a costume because my soul had died.

The elevator is making me furious. I am continuously punching the button but it isn't opening. It is getting frustrating now.

I want to get away from here, I can't stay here. My chest feels like someone has put up a stone on it and I feel like puking.

The elevator doors opened and I hastily entered inside. The cold floor underneath my foot made a shiver run down my spine. I looked down only to see I was barefoot.