Millie

Ding. Ding. Ding.  The sound radiated through the room as the old, wooden grandfather clocked chimed. It was quiet. Dead silence. The sky was lit only by the moon. The trees danced in the subtle breeze.  There wasn't movement in the room, not so much as a stir in the beds that lined the room. The clock still chiming, was taunting her, like a spirit who mocked. Her sheets were itchy, the tough wool fabric tugging at her fragile skin. The other girls in the room seemed to be much at ease, sleeping harder than a rock, as she lay listening to the torturous sound of the clock.  Flaming red hair strands scattered the bed she lay on. She knew of nothing less uncomfortable than the cot that was on the floor.  Scooting her body, she placed her feet on the cold concrete slab, quickly retracking them onto the bed. The clock had stopped, and her body grew tiresome. Plaguing her mind with thoughts, she drew back into a soft slumber, only to be awoken by the sounds of pain an hour later.  A/N: Please enjoy give me any recommendations you may have for the story thank you in advance!