This is not my baby - Editing

Wardrobe

I know I don't normally write up the top, but I would like to dedicate this chapter to Ahmet, Habib & Maho three of my friends who died today in a car accident. Please drive safely guys. RIP <3

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Aimee's POV

"Ok this is starting to get really weird," I say looking at Donna and Cassie.

"Well... What next?" Cassie says to no one in particular.

"I vote we open the cupboard."

"No! No no no no no. What do you think will be in the cupboard ha? I'll bet it's more than just pretty dresses and shoes. No, I say we leave!"

"Donna do you really want to give up now? We have come so far. It would be a total waste plus a minute ago you were all eager beaver" I say back

"Donna they asked for our help. We have never before turned it down when someone asks for help" Cassie says gently

"I suggest we start" Donna mumbles

"Well, Cassie and I are going to help. If you choose to be a baby, you may go back to the nursery. K"

"Aimee" Cassie warns

"What? We have a chance to do something good, and she wants just to walk away and pretend it never happened. I'm sorry guys I can't do that, I AM opening the wardrobe, and I don't care if you stay or go. I am going to help."

"Fine! I will be downstairs" Donna says before storming out the door.

I gesture toward the wardrobe

"Shall we?"

"You didn't have to be so harsh on her you know how she gets."

"I know. It just infuriates me sometimes that's she is so quick always to give up" I sigh

Cassie and I slowly edge our way towards the cupboard afraid of what we will find, but not willing to turn back. We stop in front of its big wooden doors; they stand tall and menacingly large as if to scare us away.

"Here goes nothing," I say as I swing the doors wide open.

Cassie and I start choking the second it's open due to the smell and the dust. We wave our hands with our eyes closed until we think it's safe. I open my eyes first and let out the loudest scream I have ever managed as I fall to the floor and start to crawl backwards.

Cassie POV

"Fine! I will be downstairs" Donna says before storming out of the room.

Aimee impatiently gestures toward the wardrobe

"Shall we?"

"You didn't have to be so harsh on her you know how she gets," I say shaking my head

"I know it just infuriates me sometimes that's she is so quick always to give up" Aimee sighs

I sigh and place my hand on her back in an effort to comfort her, I know how bad she feels when her and Donna fight but she is always too stubborn to take my advice about it. We slowly start to creep towards the wardrobe while it just sits there on the far wall. It gets colder as we approach, why Aimee dressed so lightly I don't know. We finally reach the dark wooden wardrobe, and I notice Aimee hesitate.

"Here goes nothing," she says before placing her hands on the handles and ripping the doors wide open. Immediately I am hit with copious amounts of dust, and my nose is assaulted with a horrible smell. I close my eyes to protect them and wave my hands in front of my face hoping the dust clears before I start to sneeze.