Why am I randomly making other fa fictions instead of being on task?I don't know...Here's a Ib fanfiction about 11 after the 'together forever' ending,Mary was too happy about being a 'real' she forgot all about the gallery.
Mary's POV: "Loves me~,loves me not." the little girl sang,plucking off the petals of the rose. I tried to stop her,because...I had a feeling she was hurting someone. I tried to run to her,and tell her to stop.I kept on screaming "NO!YOU'RE HURTING SOMEBODY!" and tried to stop I couldn't,she didn't listen to was if I was invisible and mute. I could see a brown haired girl crying,and trying to stop her too. But we couldn't, no matter how hard we tried, she wouldn't stop. The worst part was that when I followed the brunette girl down the stairs, I saw a man...dead. I kept on saying to myself "Did that girl plucking the Rose do this? Why? Why would she just kill a man like that? Why,why,why,why?" I started to scream in anger. Why would that girl do that?! What did this man ever do to her?! I was filled with rage until I heard the brunette girl say the other child's name."G-Ga-Garry?W-wake up, MARY stopped plucking your rose..."
No,no,no,no...I couldn't of killed him!I kept on denying it,but deep inside it felt like it was true. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS MAN! Did I? No,it couldn't be,yet no matter how many times I keep on denying it.I know it's true. I then realized who the brunette girl was,she was my sister...Ib. No,no,no,no...THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! "Please this can't be true!It just can't!" I kept on sobbing,then woke up.
"Mary!Whats wrong?!" my 'twin' sister asked "I heard you crying,is anything all right?".I couldn't hold back the tears,it was as if they had a mind of their own."I'M SORRY IB!I'M SO SORRY!" I couldn't stop repeating that,what has gotten into me?! "Mary what do you mean?! There's nothing to be sorry about!" Ib said,trying to calm me down. "Oh...um,I just had a nightmare..." I muttered,trying not to make eye contact with the brunette. "Can you tell me about the dream?" Ib asked me,still trying to comfort me. "Well...I was watching us as children,you and I were nine years old,and we were with this tall guy. Then I started plucking a rose,and ended up killing him. I tried to stop myself,but I couldn't" "It's okay Mary. It was just a dream,we should get ready.I remember mom and dad saying we were going to an art gallery,it was the same one we went to when we were 9 years old! But they added new pieces of art!" Ib chortled,smiling,the total opposite emotion of how she was inside the dream.
As soon as we arrived at the art gallery,Ib immediately rushed to the paintings, and dragged me along. We then stopped at a painting that had a man with lavender hair,tangled in blue roses. That was it, I became a bawling mess sobbing out "I'M SORRY GARRY!. I WAS TOO SELFISH!" I couldn't help but to scream those words out,Garry, whoever you are,I'm sorry