Second chapter making up for my past failure.
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The door knob twisted in her fingertips, and slowly creaked open. What was this new place? Her eyes wide and blinking in curious wonder, Estelle stepped threw the door and onto a fairly sturdy balcony type of hall way. There was a medium sized door at the other end, made from the same wood that the door she just opened was. A set of stairs was to her right, leading down into a sunlit room.
Estelle wanted to call out, but when she tried her voice seemed to die in her throat before reaching her lips and tongue. She tremble slightly as she started down the stairs. She didn't know what would be waiting for her down below.
Two steps. Nine more to go. She turned her head and let her eyes peer over the railing, down below. The floor was made entirely of wood, but this wood seemed golden, almost if glowing. There was a desk that made an 'L' shape from the bottom of the stairs to a supporting beam the help hold up the balcony hallway. The desk had papers scattered about, a small fern like plant growing in a finely decorated pot on the stair side. Ink and quill next to, what looked to be a sign in sheet. No one was behind the counter though.
Nine steps. Her bare feet touched the purple-blue mat, with designs she had yet to see on it, and each foot seemed to sink into the comfy rug. Estelle now had a perfect view of the bottom floor. Another purple mat like the one her feet were standing on was placed at the front of another door that, because of the shape and color, seemed to be another room like the one she had awaken in. Further to the left of this door was another support beam like the one mirrored to it. A door was behind it, a door that could lead to anywhere. She now had a better look at behind the counter/desk that she had only been able to see the outer edge of. A table covered in a white cloth blocked the way and a large plant blooming purple flowers blocked the view, but from the front you could see a large closed door behind. There was also many wooden slots behind this counter.
Estelle slowly walked up to the front. She looked down at the papers next to the quill, white and fluffy, which sat inside a brass tub of black ink. There were numerous names written in many different ways. Some had been sloppily and some had been neatly handwritten. A name stood out near the bottom of the list. Her father's, Falor, followed by her last name, Watson.
Estelle looked in wonder, her mind was racing with questions and probabilities of what had happened. Before she could question out loud a loud noise came from behind her, and she jumpily spun around. A large red doubled door was closed behind her. There was a small oval shaped window on the top part of each door, and separated by the door, the piece standing out more then the rest of the door. This outlined the top and the bottom window, which was a square (larger then the first window), on both doors. The doorknob was much different then the other doors in the building. It was a brass handle that made a half loop, a part stuck out underneath the handle that when clamped together the door would open when pushed or pulled.
She seemed memorized by this door. Her hand outstretched, fitted around the handle, pushing the handle together, pulling to door inward, and with bare feet and a long dirty pink t-shirt and worn and holy black jeans she stepped outside.
The site that was now before her almost landed her back onto the ground and back into an unconscious state.