Here's the second chapter
Here's the second chapter. It's not a lot, but I tried. He basically finds himself all alone and can't remember a thing. And please review.
The Orphanage
It was dark. There was no noise at all, only the constant drip,drip of a loose faucet. Something creaked. I opened my eyes slowly. I groaned. My stomach ached. My head ached. I couldn't remember anything. My whole body was on fire.
"Where am I?" I thought as my eyes came into focus. I was lying on a bed in a small, tattered room. This was definitely not my room. Oh damn it. I turned my head so very slightly to look out an open window next to the bed, where the only little streak of sunlight creped in. The window sill was cracked and the blinds…where are the blinds? I squinted. Outside, I could see an old sidewalk, an old van, a couple of trees, and a street sign. A street sign! I tried to sit up, only to receive pain beyond pain of agony. "Aurgh…"
Gasping for breath, I looked down. I was in a pair of blue stripped pajamas with a lot of bandages on my middle. I tried to think, to remember what had happened, but nothing came into mind.
One more time. I tried to sit up. "Oh shit, God…." I got into a sitting position, swallowing in the pain. I saw that the bandages started to turn faintly red. "What the hell?" I was bleeding? I blinked the sweat out of my eyes and looked out the window again. Old Shelton Avenue, it read. Where's Old Shelton Avenue? That's no where near my house. Where is my house? For a moment, I just sat there, until the bandages started go seriously turn red. Crap. I lied down again, with unease. Why can't I remember anything? What is there to remember? I thought hard again and the answer came to me with a jolt. There's only pain, nothing but pain.
There was a knock at the door. "Derick? Are you awake?" It was a lady's voice. Judging by the sound, a lady in her mid-fifties. I didn't answer. There was nothing to say. Just pain. The door opened. I turned my head and saw a lady in a white dress with an apron on. She gasped and ran over. "Derick, you're bleeding again. What did you do? I told you not to move." You did? Who's Derick? "Here, sit up." That must be me. I inched up slowly, and along inched up with me, the pain that refused to leave me alone.
"Mrs. Clavady? There's someone at the front lobby. I think she wants to talk to you." a voice came from outside the door and a teenage girl came running into the room. When she saw me, she blushed and backed out of the room. Girls.
"I'll be there in a second, Kelly," The so-called Mrs. Clavady answered from my side as she began unwrapping the blood-stained bandages from my middle. So this woman's name is Mrs. Clavady. So many names. Stupid names. It gives me a headache. Headache-pain. I gasped as Mrs. Clavady undid the last bandages. There was blood seeping slowly out of my stomach area. Mrs. Clavady rewrapped new bandages and walked out of the room, shaking her head saying things like-boys-ore-they're always up to no good-. Well, I might as well try to get up and have a look around. Mastering myself not to scream out-loud I inched up onto my feet, swaying. I stood there for a second, and then slouched myself down the hall, using the wall as support, pain in every step. Why was I on my feet if I only just received pain? I don't know. Life is pain.
I stopped at a corner, resting myself on the wall. I looked into the room. There was the girl. Kelly. Red hair, blue eyes. Hmmm….nothing special. I looked to the left and saw stairs. Must climb down. I leaned on the stair case, panting. There was a wild squirm inside my stomach. I heard footsteps of running behind me and Kelly emerged at my side.
"Do you need help?" she asked, kindly. What is kindly?
"Sure," I answered, not seriously sure what to say. This was so confusing.
She lifted my arm. "Here, lean on me."
I raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and leaned on her side. I don't she was expecting this thought because she jumped a little at my weight and blushed heavily. I brushed my brown hair out of my eyes, and started down the stairs.
"Who told you to come down here?!" A fierce voice said as soon as we got to the bottom. "And get away from my girl!" I looked up. There was a boy, about the same age as me, standing in front of us. I looked at Kelly, questioningly. She blushed again and let go of my arm. The boy grabbed Kelly, gave me a glare and left. OK? That was weird. Who was that anyways? I slouched over into the front lobby and into a chair, rubbing my stomach. No one else was in the Lobby. I could hear Mrs. Clavady in the next room, talking to someone. There was a little breeze coming out of an open window. A radio was playing. I listened.
"Last week, a sixteen year old boy was found missing. The parents are worried and don't know where he could have possibly gone. "All we know is that he had gone to a party and said he would come back about around eleven. He even called right before he said he left the party."" the woman started to cry. Who is that? She sounds so familiar. "Police are still searching for him. Even they are puzzled about where he could have gone."
I pushed my hair out of my eyes again. It seems like I've been here forever. If only I knew where exactly I was. I spotted a table. On the table there was a stack of business cards and a lamp. I sighed, walked over slowly and grabbed one of them. On the card it said, in big bold letters….Willionton's Orphanage.
Yeah. I know it's short. Oh well. Hoped it was OK. Please review. Thanks.