Because every so often I go back and improve what I’ve written. It isn’t perfect yet, but I hope the character development is getting there. The original can be found here.
The girl paced back and forth in front of the door. She had been told it was open.
She wiped her sweaty palms on the nicest dress she owned. More blood rushed to the apples of her cheeks.
Opening this door would knock down an endless row of dominos. The other possibility, leaving the door unopened, seemed like the more favourable option. However, this time, she had something to prove.
At the thought of walking away, her stomach did back flips. That’s how she knew her decision was already set in stone.
Although the young girl knew what stood beyond this door, she did not know the full details. The image she conjured in her mind was a vague outline of a face with no features. Not knowing hurt more, she realized, than being lied to.
An uneventful half hour of contemplation passed.
Her internal organs felt like they were clawing their way upwards. She realized she couldn’t delay her wait any longer.
Every so often, someone would tell her to expect the best.
But with one shaky hand on the metal door and the other on the knob, she prepared for the worst.