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Ch.2-A Friend In This World?-The Cursed-MushyMushroom
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I pull out my cellphone out of my skirt pocket, and dial 911."911, what is your emergency?" the operator asked, really staticky. "Hello? Hello? I'm trapped in the art gallery! Help!" I exclaim into the phone. The call ended as the operator said her response. I throw my phone on the ground and stomp on it. I pick it up and realize I could use it for light, thinking of the "crossing a bridge in darkness," part of the card. I look around. The room was well lit, and looked like a green,mirrored version of the hallway I was in. I tried to jump out of the painting and smashed into glass. I fell back and lost hold of my crutch. I picked it up and stood shakily. I continued ahead cautiously. I approach a door up ahead and open it cautiously. I stepped into a room, green like the previous. I see tons of paintings, even the Worry one from before I came here. I approach a painting of a lady in red. She had brown hair and green eyes and was wearing a red dress. The label read,"Lady in Red". I turned to find a door, and heard a ripping sound. I turned around as best I could with the crutch and saw the lady trying to get out. I rubbed my eyes quickly, and realized I wasn't hallucinating. I ran as fast as I could to the next door. The opposite reality gallery was like a maze: corridors leading to dead ends and lots of paintings. I found a door, and ran as fast as I could. I threw open the door, fell inside, and slammed the door shut with my foot. Standing up, I looked around. I saw a boy, about 18, laying face up on the ground. I crept closer, and poked his face with the crutch. He groaned and I knelt down and shook his arm."Are you awake?" I asked softly. He opened his eyes, saw me, and tried to scoot away."Wait!" I shouted."I'm not one of those creepy painting people." He seemed to relax a bit. I stood up and walked over to him, using the crutch. "What's your name? My name is Ellen." I asked, and pulled out my rose on a whim."Do you have on of these too?" He shook his head."Blue...lady...stole it..." he managed, then collasped. I stared."I guess I should look for his." I murmured. Some blue petals lay scattered on the ground. "I'll start there." I decided. I follow the blue rose petals to a door. I opened it and saw a buch of petals and a vase with some water. I turned the corner and saw the back of a painting. I stepped closer and closer until I was right behind it. With my good leg, I kicked it and it landed a few feet in front of me. I saw a blue rose and grabbed it. The painting didn't move and I went over to the vase. I placed the the blue rose in, and in a blue flash, it turned into a healthy rose. I grabbed it and hopped out of there.---"Is this yours?" I asked the boy. He looked up and nodded weakly. I placed it in his lap and waited. After a while, he seemed to renenergize. He sat up more and introduced himself."My name is Garry. It's nice to meet you Ellen." He said, standing up. I tried to stand up, then he took my hand and helped me."Thanks. Its nice to know someone else is in this crazy, messed up world." I said.((That was Chapter 3! Post a comment and I'll see you all next chapter!))