paintings on the walls (just dance story)

1.

-third person-

water. that's all joanna could see was the water from the river, but it wasn't the pure, clean water, it was dirty and filled with disgusting bacteria, which was common for most rivers. she was standing in front of a man who had drowned, not sure how, but she assumed that he did not know how to swim or he accidentally fell. it was a chilly night in december, but she was lucky that she was wearing her long sleeve nun-in-training uniform to keep her warm.

hesitantly, she grabbed the man's body, dragged him out of the cold river, and placed him on the damp grass. turning him over, she got a better look at the dead man; his hair was curly and his outfit resembled that of a composer or musician from the 1800s. pulling out the glasses that had hid in her pocket, she tried to place them on him, but he grabbed her arm, causing her to scream.

"joanna? joanna!"

she woke up screaming. catharine, her best friend, was there to console her.

"joanna, calm down! it's just me!" she said to the girl, who was now clammy and crying. "did you have that horrible dream again?"

joanna was a weeping mess, so the only thing she could do was nod. she buried herself underneath her blankets again, attempting to go back to sleep.

a nun came in the room, holding a well-lit lantern. "catharine, did she have that nightmare again?"

"i'm afraid so, mother superior"

"well, go back to bed. i'll deal with her."

catharine just nodded as she went to her bed and faced the wall. she soon fell back asleep. the nun sat on the chair and watched over the two girls for the night.

after taking in a few breaths, joanna fell back asleep, still dreaming about the mysterious man.