StreetFighter

Chapter 12 part 2

"where am i" i asked myself while looking around the childlike room. pink and purple walls, pink and blue bed, blue circle carpet , yellow dresser and finally a white closet. hmm.. thats odd, why is everything in this room coloured except for that closet? it looks like am old wooden closet that has been sitting there for decades!

i looked at it suspiciously and took long, slow strides towards it. i swiped my finger on the closet and looked down at my now, white, dusty finger. the color is waring off of it.

must be pretty old..

after inspecting my finger, i looked back at the rest of the room. i took a step back, horrified. the rainbow coloured room has turned into and all brown room. from the walls, to the carpet. everything is wooden brown

i returned my attention back to the closet. still white.. i looked back, only to find the room back to its original colors. "where am i?" i repeated. 'whats going on? where am i?' i asked for the millionth time.

i looked around the room to find a door, a window at least, but there was none. i was trapped in here. who put me in here?

i turned back to face the old rusty looking closet. i jumped back, startled. i tripped on the carpet and fell on my back, getting a hard blow there. i whimpered and shed a few tears from the pain. i was mentally and physically hurt.

there, on the the closet was a hanging picture. it was the picture i drew back when i was six. the day my parents passed away. the day i ran away from home. the day i spent crying in the woods, wishing they could come back and comfort me. it was the day i lost everything i owned. everything.

i crawled away hoping it would all go away, the memories. the wouldn't, no- they couldn't . the memories were engraved on my brain. i remember that day just like it was yesterday

i crawled my way to one corner and cried. it felt like i had been crying for days, months maybe even years. i hugged my legs and layed my head on my knees and cried

i looked up only to find that closet had a picture of my family and i engraved on it. whats going on? "PLEASE STOP! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE!" i yelled, hoping it would all go away and i could go back home with crystal and alec by my side. "I'm begging you please stop, please" i whispered while crying even harder this time.

after what seemed like forever, i wiped away my tears with shaky hands and got up on my feet.

you cannot act like this meredith, be strong for you family and friends. make them proud! be strong at least for yourself. please meredith please don't give up just yet. my conscious told me.

she's right. I'm not a weak girl. i walked, trying not to whimper from the pain i was in. my back was hunched and my hands were shaking aggressively. my hands! why are they all wrinkly?

i walked to the dresser to look at myself in the mirror. "ow ow ow ow ow" why does my back hurt so much? why was i feeling pain just from walking?

"AAAAAHHHH" i screamed as soon as i saw myself on the mirror. there, stood a blonde old lady with wrinkles covering most her face. that couldn't be me! it cannot be me! oh god.im 17 not 78!

"nononononononono" i muttered to myself while grabbing my thin hair. this must be a nightmare, it should be done already, why isn't it? i slapped myself just to make sure. "oww why did i have to slap myself so hard! it really burns" i voice out my thoughts. if this isn't a dream, am i going to be an old lady like that till my life ends? will i ever be a teen again? is this like a cursed room or something?

before you make fun of me, i just wanted to say i believe in magic. yes.

"I'm going to die aren't i?" i asked myself while bending down to sit on the floor. I'm going to die in this cursed room.

i raised my head up, only to see the closet inching closer to where i am. i haven't realised I've been crying until i felt something wet on my hand. no. i can't cry , i won't cry. if going to die in this place i better m make use of my time here. i don't want to be 'the lady that passed away a coward' i thought to myself

i stood up and took confident steps towards the moving closet. I'm not giving up now, I'm not a quitter.

the closet suddenly stops. as if it were surprised to see me back on my feet. as i am walking towards it, could feel myself getting stronger. powerful

once i got close enough, i took my drawing of rainbows and unicorns and ripped that picture in half. i can't let my emotions get the best of me. "I'm not a quitter" i say feeling more power than ever.

i stared at the white closet for what seemed like hours but it was a couple of seconds. it crumbled down and vanished, i took a few steps back feeling more younger now. the big room that i had been in suddenly disappears

i am in the forest. i look down at my hands only to find them back to their usual way, smooth and soft. I'm guessing i changed back into a teen? is it because i defeated the human-like closet? "you Meredith Skye have passed the test" a feminine voice said. i jump back startled

"w-what?"

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BOOM SHKALAKABOOM! hey! this chapter is a little confusing but just stick with me guys, you're gonna understand everything in the next chapter. oh and CLIFFHANGER I'm such an evil little girl, i know.

as for the shoutout contest only two people wanted me to continue doing it but the rest didn't say anything at all so I'm not sure if i should keep doing it.. as for now i have 2 winners here they are!

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