Burning Water (In process of editing and re-writing)

Burning Water Chapter 9 *edited

 Chapter 9

A sudden loud, piercing and ear-drumming shriek woke Lily from her deep sleep, followed by another. She didn’t want to open her eyes; she didn’t want to see what was scaring the screaming girl in the orphanage. But the others did. For a full ten seconds, many girls screamed. Terrified, Lily sat up in her bed.

Light. Bright light. She focused and blinked her eyes until she could see: a long, unknown room, other frightened girls, huge glass windows, beds, and white walls with slight cracks forming near the ceiling. They weren’t in the orphanage.

“What happened?”

“Where are we?”

“I’m not waking up! Wake up from this nightmare!”

Cries, tears, shouts, complaints, sweat, a knock. Hard racketing knocks on the new wooden door. The girls quieted. One of them continued crying. Everyone in the room looked glanced around at each other. Lily saw Morgan, sitting in her bed, beside hers, staring at Lily. She saw Rachel in a bed, facing hers on the opposite wall. Rachel stood up.

“Does anybody know where we are?” She asked. No one answered. Someone sniffled.

“Don’t get the door! We don’t know what’s behind it.” A girl said, whose bed was in the far corner of the room.

The knock came again. Morgan and a few others screamed. Lily shivered. Rachel stepped closer to the door.

“Don’t open it!” Someone yelled.

“Do you really think there’s something bad behind that door?” Rachel said. No one answered.

 The sound of knocking came again. Everybody froze solid. The person wanting in the room was now pounding hard on the door.

“Let me in!” A male voice ordered. Lily took a breath and held it in.

Without a word, Rachel walked up to the door. You could tell the person really wanted inside the room.

“What do you want?” Asked a girl who, just like the all the other girls, was sitting on her bed, which was two rows down from Lily.

“I don’t mean no harm, you blasted girls! Let me in for Etzel’s sake.” The voice said.

Rachel looked back at the girls.

“He said he meant no harm…”

“He’s lying!”

“Just do it.”

“I don’t want to die!”

A brunette, not too much older than Lily, ran from her bed and towards the door. Rachel stepped aside.

“What are you doing?” A girl said.

“Stop!” Said another.

“Just let me in!” The voice behind the door boomed at them.

Finally, the unknown girl twisted the doorknob. Someone whimpered. Another tried to stop them, but soon was too late.

Lily had pictured a tall, buff man, possibly with a long beard, and wearing all black. In her mind, the man had a gun tucked in his leather belt. He would walk in, shove the girls and start shooting, with a crazy laugh. The creak of the doors hinges made Lily cringe.

Every single girl in the room was quiet, staring at the stranger. He was short, very short. Not quite a midget, but just short. He grunted as he entered, slowly to walk down the aisle.

As he came closer to Lily, she noticed that he did have a beard, with a mustache too, brown like any tree’s rough bark. He looked at around forty-fifty years of age, some wrinkles forming on his chubby face. The man wore specially made, dark red clothes, which resembled the medieval ages. What the girls were most observing was the sword. Under his cloak was a short sword, almost a dagger, shining as the light filtering through the windows beamed on it.