Plz edit! Can some one help me out?

Background info:

Two girls, Jessa and Addie, are looking for Addie's brother, Arthur (Arty) who was kidnapped six and may be dead. (Addie and Art are Irish/English orphans, all they have left are each other.) They are underground looking for him in an enemy prison.

Passage:

She hit the guard in the head with the butt of the gun. He fell. I bent down and felt for a pulse; I feared that Addie’s emotions may lead her to do more damage than she intends to. To my relief, it was there. He was alive. One thing was for sure. He’d have one heck of a head ache when he woke up.
I grabbed his keys and tossed them to Addie. She caught them, looked at them for a moment and took a deep breath. For a second, I wondered what she must be going through, all the anxiety, worry and doubt that must be nagging at her. But then again, I wonder about the excitement and hope that must be swelling up in her chest. All of these emotions had made themselves evident on her pale face.
When I turn my thoughts back to the situation at hand, I see a tear roll down her cheek and she forces herself to fit the key into the lock. The heavy wooden door swung open with a creek, displaying nothing but a dark, black room. Both of us went mute.
I could almost hear her heart beating and I was sure she could hear mine. She swallowed her fear, muteness and her doubt, “Arty?” She called out, Her Irish/English accent was thicker than usual.
She waited what seemed like hours, still nothing…
“Arty?” this call was much weaker than the first. I slip my arm around her shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Addie…”
“Arty!” She began to sob into my shoulder. I wanted to sob too. I felt my heart hit the floor and shatter.
I hear something. I couldn’t tell what but it was something. “Hush! Listen…” She quieted for a moment.
“Addie?” The call was so slight and so weak.
“Arty? Art is that you?”
“Addie? Addie, love, it that you?” The voice was stronger this time; you could hear the hope radiating from it.
The room was still a dark abyss. I struck a match as Addie ran in. There was a lantern nearby, I lit it and carried it to the center of the room. It gave off plenty of light, more than enough to see the filthy, windowless room. It was cold and damp, covered with dirt and slime.
In the center of it was a tall, wooden pole. It reached from the floor to the ceiling. Tied to it was a young man with a blood and puss caked leg. He was bigger than you would have thought a boy imprisoned for close to six month.
When Addie reached him and I saw them together, the resemblance was uncanny. They shared the same freckled face, the same wild, fiery red curls and the same stunning emerald eyes. If they looked anymore alike, they’d be the same person.

Question

Plz edit! Can some one help me out?

Background info:
   
Two girls, Jessa and Addie, are looking for Addie's brother, Arthur (Arty) who was kidnapped six and may be dead. (Addie and Art are Irish/English orphans, all they have left are each other.) They are underground looking for him in an enemy prison.

Passage:

She hit the guard in the head with the butt of the gun. He fell. I bent down and felt for a pulse; I feared that Addie’s emotions may lead her to do more damage than she intends to. To my relief, it was there. He was alive. One thing was for sure. He’d have one heck of a head ache when he woke up.
I grabbed his keys and tossed them to Addie. She caught them, looked at them for a moment and took a deep breath. For a second, I wondered what she must be going through, all the anxiety, worry and doubt that must be nagging at her. But then again, I wonder about the excitement and hope that must be swelling up in her chest. All of these emotions had made themselves evident on her pale face.
When I turn my thoughts back to the situation at hand, I see a tear roll down her cheek and she forces herself to fit the key into the lock. The heavy wooden door swung open with a creek, displaying nothing but a dark, black room. Both of us went mute.
I could almost hear her heart beating and I was sure she could hear mine. She swallowed her fear, muteness and her doubt, “Arty?” She called out, Her Irish/English accent was thicker than usual. 
She waited what seemed like hours, still nothing…
“Arty?” this call was much weaker than the first. I slip my arm around her shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Addie…” 
“Arty!” She began to sob into my shoulder. I wanted to sob too. I felt my heart hit the floor and shatter.
I hear something. I couldn’t tell what but it was something. “Hush! Listen…”  She quieted for a moment. 
“Addie?” The call was so slight and so weak.
“Arty? Art is that you?” 
“Addie? Addie, love, it that you?” The voice was stronger this time; you could hear the hope radiating from it.
The room was still a dark abyss. I struck a match as Addie ran in. There was a lantern nearby, I lit it and carried it to the center of the room. It gave off plenty of light, more than enough to see the filthy, windowless room. It was cold and damp, covered with dirt and slime. 
In the center of it was a tall, wooden pole. It reached from the floor to the ceiling. Tied to it was a young man with a blood and puss caked leg. He was bigger than you would have thought a boy imprisoned for close to six month. 
When Addie reached him and I saw them together, the resemblance was uncanny. They shared the same freckled face, the same wild, fiery red curls and the same stunning emerald eyes. If they looked anymore alike, they’d be the same person.

anonymous · Answer

@charlotte123 :)

charlotte123 · Answer

Can you start a sentence with parentheses?

charlotte123 · Answer

Sorry for coming In late - Computer died! D:

anonymous · Answer

Lol, it's cool. And yeah, you can start off with parentheses. :{)