Originally uploaded by myself to the website Quotev. It is under the same name as it is here.

Garry's PoV:

My trembling hands are clenched tightly around the stem of a rose. My hands begin reaching out when I feel them being pushed out of the way. As I realize what's happening, my eyes widen. I turn to my young companion and she's smiling at the blonde girl in front of us.

"You like red better, right?" Her voice is soft and tinkles like bells although it is filled with sorrow.

The blonde girl in front of us grabs the stem of the rose from my companion. She smiles sweetly as she twirls it between her thumb and forefinger. An evil grin suddenly crosses her face and petals begin falling from the rose. A bitter laugh fills the air, shortly followed by the quick pitter patter of running shoes.

I turn to my companion, ready to say something when my eyes fill with tears. I crouch beside her and she smiles sadly at me. "Don't cry," She whispers, wiping the tears from my cheeks as they begin to pour. "Don't forget me, but don't forget to move forward, either." She shakily reached a hand behind her and hands something soft to me. I stare down at my hand where a white handkerchief with red embroidery sits. We smile at each other before she suddenly falls over, limp and eyes closed.

I stand, clenching the handkerchief in my trembling, sweaty hand. I put it in my pocket, making a promise as I did so.

"I'll avenge you."

My feet begin moving away from my fallen companion and I follow the trail of strewn red petals. A voice begins echoing, louder and louder, as I come closer to the end of the trail of petals.

"They love me, they love me not~" The voice is childish and sing-songy. It suddenly becomes harsh and cruel, filled with rage. "WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE ME?!" The voice screams as I race inside the pink house.

I pull out my lighter as I stumble across a tangle of yellow roses blocking my path. I take a deep breath before setting the roses ablaze. The fire rages before quickly dying down to smoke. As it dies, I dash up the now unblocked stairs.

Then I spot it. The key to ending it all.

A lone painting hands on the wall of the cluttered room. It contains a blonde girl surrounded by yellow roses. As I step closer, I hear an indignant shriek.

"WHY'RE YOU HERE?! GET OUT! GET OUT!" She holds the dulled knife she found earlier and dashes towards me swiftly. However, I am faster.

The edge of the canvas begins curling as it burns. It lets off a putrid smelling smoke and my face contorts into a grimace. Then I hear the shrieking of the blonde girl. The pain is so obvious, but I know I did it for the good of my companion. I had to do something, right..? Then there is silence and I am drawn from my thoughts. I let out a small sigh of relief and lean against the wall.

I'm tired. So very, very tired..

I open my eyes and blink. I look around. I'm in a museum, and an art museum at that. 'What was I doing, again..?' I wonder as I wander the museum. I reach an area of the exhibit that makes my breath hitch in my throat.

But why?

I stare at the painting in front of me, absorbing all the details. There is a young girl in the painting. She's sleeping on a pile of red rose petals. However, her position is that of those put into coffins. She holds a red rose between her clasped hands and I absentmindedly reach my hand into my pocket. My breath hitches in my throat again. I feel the soft, cool fabric and I stare down at what I hold in my hands. A white handkerchief with a name embroidered in red in the corner. My eyes widen considerably and I feel my face become warm and wet with tears.

"Ib."