Lost and insecure...you found me, you found me, lyin' on the floor... surrounded, surrounded, why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late. You found me, you found me... -The Fray, You Found Me

Prologue -Before the museum- Ib

I have never been in love.

I never will be, I don't want to be, and girls at school are already mooning over boys. It's weird, and I don't like it. We're in fourth grade! I like staying home and practicing the violin. Its the only instrument I know how to play, I think its beautiful. However, I'm not too good at it, but I want to become better.

But I hate going to school. It wasn't much the school and learning, but the people at the school. Learning was okay, but not strange kids who refused to learn. No one wanted to be my friend, and I didn't want to be friends with anyone. I was usually quiet on school days.

"Ib! Are you ready for school?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing my backpack. I went out the front door, and onto the schoolbus. I went and plopped myself on the very back seat, and just stared out a window. Then there was a loud voice.

"Hey kid, the back seat is for fifth graders ONLY," I turned, and saw a girl a bit taller than me with curly black hair. I ignored her, and kept looking out the window.

"Hey kid, are you IGNORING me?" She seemed insulted, and she looked like an idiot. She glared at me with her beady eyes, and spat her gum in my hair. Kids around started hooting with laughter, but I didn't care. I just kept looking out the window.

"Get out of my seat. NOOOW!" She screamed, but I didn't move. I didn't have to, right? Then the bus stopped, and we were at school. The kid pouted out of the bus, and I followed the crowd. But people kept staring at me... It wasn't bad, but it did make me a bit uncomfortable. I kinda dozed through class that day, not knowing what to think or do.

"Ib, please recite the multiplication table of the number nine," The teacher said. I looked up, snapping out of it, and blinked.

"Nine times one is nine. Nine times two is eighteen. Nine times three is twenty-seven. Nine time four is thirty six. Nine times five is forty-five. Nine time six is fifty four. Nine times seven is sixty three. Nine times eight is seventy two. Nine times nine is eighty one, and nine times ten is ninety," I said, flawlessly. I knew the tables by heart.

"Great job, Ib!" the teacher said, and laid down a small piece of chocolate on my desk. The other kids gave me dirty looks of jealousy, and I shrugged it off. Chocolate wasn't my favorite, anyway.

"Why did she get candy huh?" Someone asked in the back.

"Yeah, can I have candy? I want candy too!" someone else hollered.

"Ib could recite her multiplication table. Who else wants to try?" the teacher asked.

"Me!" a girl said.

"Okay, recite the table of nine," she said.

"Nine, twelve, twenty-five, thirty eight!" she said. I rolled my eyes at how stupid this kid was.

"No... please study your multiplication table for homework tonight," she told everyone. "Class dismissed," and we were dismissed to recess. I was watching the other kids play, leaning against the wall, when a chubby boy waddled up to me.

"I think you're pretty," he said, shyly.

"Okay," I said, blankly. He puckered his lips wide, and I slipped to the side, disgusted. He eventually slobbered the wall, and I laughed. Geez, I don't like school. There were too many weird people.

When I got home, the first thing Mom asked me about was my hair.

"What happened dear?" She asked, and I didn't want to answer, but I did.

"Nothing. It was an accident," I said blankly.

"Honey, we need to get that thing out of your hair! You do need a haircut, anyway," Mom said. I didn't think I needed a haircut, but I cooperated. She took me to some salon, and they got the gum out easy, but then cut my waist length hair to the middle of my back. I liked my hair how it was, but I didn't interject. When they finished up, I she showed me in the mirror, and I looked better than I did, at least. It was all in a school day. Every day was like this.

But all of that changed one day... On the first week of summer, we visited a museum.

Prologue-before the museum- Garry

College... what a terrible place to be. I had to sit through core classes every day, trying my best to pay attention, and then right when class is dismissed all the teachers rush in a few extra facts, so when we have a test they have the excuse of covering it. It was almost impossible to get good grades here, well for me at least. I had an 85 point average, which apparently isn't enough for the teachers here. However, my major wasn't History or Science. It was art, and strangely I was forced to take core classes. I mean, how is math and science going to help me paint?

I woke up on my bunk, and let out a moan. Another day... another long day. I got off slowly, got dressed, and eyed the other guys in disgust. Most of them were too lazy to even shave, and their bunks were always messy and dirty. I, on the other hand, always kept mine organized, and washed the sheets every two weeks. They call me a girl, but I don't care much... even though I do scream like one.

I took my bag, filled with notebooks, pencils, and binders, slung it over my shoulder although it weighed about thirty pounds. I checked my watch- the watch my father had given me when he left for America- and it was almost 7:00, almost time for my first class to start. I hurried out the door, and tried to make it there quickly. I got there right on time, and there were very few people in the classroom, for normally people liked to take classes later in the day. The teacher started class, and I don't think I took in anything she said.

After what seemed like forever, the teacher dismissed us, and I headed back to my room for a snack. I walked back in, and the other guys were still snoring away, I put some toast in the toaster and when it popped back up I quickly spreaded peanut butter on it slowly, then smushed the bread together and flew out the door to my next class. I ate the sandwich quickly and got to my next class on time.

"Today we are going to work on graphs and functions," the teacher said. I never really liked math, but I wasn't terrible at it. She put the pages we had to do in our textbook on the whiteboard, and moaning quietly inside I hulled my textbook from my bag and opened it. I flipped to the page directed, and took out another one of my notebooks. Ugh... it was going to be a long day.

I finished up with my classes for the day, and when I got back to my room at 4:00 it was empty. I was glad I took morning courses, because when I got back the room was empty and I could draw in peace. I took out my drawing book and just did some quick sketches. I had a few hours before my art class, so I just drew Maira, my ex-girlfriend. She was beautiful and kind, but then... stuff happened. I left her silently, after giving her too many chances, but I always admired how beautiful her golden hair was with her hazel eyes. She was very stylish, as she always chose outfits that went well and I liked. Then, a bad boy came along and stole her heart, and taught her the "right way" to do everything, and after that she was rude to me, and after many chances I left. She eventually went to him, and I left with my head hung low.

I shaded under her hair, and sketched her long eyelashes. She accepted me for who I was, and for once she didn't call me a girl, or gay. I finished up my sketch, put my book away, and checked the time. It was time for my next class to start, and I was already running late. I threw my book and stuff into my bag and flew out the door and ran, because this was the only class worth running for. But when I got there, I sighed in disappointment. Normally, we just got to draw and paint the whole period, but some of the time we study artists. It was almost summer, and I hoped that we wouldn't have another one of these before we were out.

"Hello Garry. Take a seat," Mrs. Cerzeki said politely. I sat on one of she stools, and looked up to the teacher with big glasses and a high bun. Wasn't my type of thing... it looked rather repulsive.

"Today we are doing our art study on the artist Guertena." she said, and wrote "GUERTENA" on the board.

"He died suddenly, as no one really knew where he went. It was thought that his wife died by his side, as they never saw him again, but no one knows for sure. Now, for this project, we will all create a work similar to Guertena's, and truly release our inner emotions on the canvas," she explained.

"I sat there, staring at a blank pad. What was there to draw? What were my so called, "Inner emotions"? I don't really know... I'm not quite sure. I sat there the whole class, thinking of what my "inner emotions" were. Life wasn't very brutal to me, and I thanked it for that... however I didn't have many friends, but that was okay with me. Most of the popular people were always hanging out at clubs, but I liked to just draw quietly. I left class with a blank canvas, and I kept thinking about it over the days, but there was completely nothing.

It was the last day of school, when our project was due, and with my head hung low I lifted a blank canvas. The rest of the class had already turned theirs in, and I was the only one remaining. The teacher eyed me in disappointment.

"Garry... you're truly a great artist. I know you can do better. If you want those points, I'll give you the first week of summer to do it... okay?" she said gently.

"Okay..." I said slowly. Just what I need... the first week of summer taken up by work. But at least it was art-related.

"Here," she said, and took something from the table. It was a brochure about Guertena's art museum.

"Maybe looking at some of his works will inspire you. Go for it, Garry. I know you can do it!" she said, almost too enthusiastic. I took the brochure, and started to deny going, but I was extremely glad I did.

It changed my life.

Prologue-At the museum- Ib

Where am I? I didn't know a museum had a part where paintings came to life... I didn't know what to expect, was it supposed to be scary? It wasn't really...

I made sure my red rose was in my pocket, because for some reason every time I plucked a petal, I would get hurt. It's weird, but I guess I can live with it. I entered a somewhat large room with two large statues, named "Uh," and "Ah". What strange names for statues... I mean, who would name their masterpiece, "Uh"? Oh well. I looked around the room, there were some funny words I didn't know. I went to one of the corners and looked at the Lady in Red. She looked a lot like me, kind of like a sister... but I didn't have a sister. I looked at the painting for a bit, then turned around to keep looking around when I heard a loud crash. I turned around quickly, and found the painting came to life. Hm, an interesting museum this was. I saw a red key on the ground, so I quickly dodged the painting and picked up the key and unlocked the door.

In this room, there were many bookshelves around everywhere, but most of them had too many words I didn't know... I saw one jutting out strangely, and I pushed it in, just to see what would happen, and the door unlocked.

"Oh?" I said out loud, thinking that was a strange way to unlock a door. I opened the door, and there was a painting called "Eternal Blessing". I didn't quite know what either of those words mean, so I dipped my rose into the vase, and a full five petals bloomed. I continued into one of the rooms, and there was a tall man on the floor.

"Uh... hello?" I said. There was messy purple hair on his head, and one of his hands had a key. Silently, I took the key and felt the urge to help him. It didn't matter though, did it? I went back and into the other one, and unlocked the door. But before that, I looked at the blue petals and the bits of blood scattered around. I blinked, and went through the door. There was a painting of a Lady in Blue this time, and she was plucking a blue rose. I peeped out to get a better look, and it sprang to life and I dashed back through the door. Just when I thought I was safe, it crashed through the window and I went back through the door. There was a strange art piece that I didn't know most of the words to, and the blue rose was just sitting there. Just to see what would happen, and I picked it up and put it in my pocket with my red rose. I went back through the door, ran from the painting, although it gave me a few scratches. I made it back to the hallway, and I accidently put the blue rose with mine inside the vase, and it bloomed ten petals. Maybe this was his rose?

I walked back to where he was lying, and he stirred.

"Mm...? The pains gone..." he mumbled to himself, then quickly stood up and took a few steps back. "There's nothing for you to take, I tell you!" Who was this guy... and why was he acting so weird. I just kept looking at him, then took the blue rose from my pocket and gave it to him.

"My rose...?" he said, taking it gratefully. "Did you get it back for me?" I nodded slowly.

"You must be from the gallery, no?" he asked. I nodded again.

"Oh, well I'm lost here as well. And it comes down to these roses... when they wilt, so do we... a bit strange, you think?" he said. I nodded again.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Garry. And you are...?" he asked.

"Ib..." I said silently.

"It's dangerous wandering out here alone, so let's go together," he said. I looked up at him, and he seemed different than all the other people I knew. Different from the overly happy teachers, just... different. It wasn't his hair, which was oddly purple, but he personality, the way he talked, and how he looked was just... different. I can't quite explain it...

Prologue- At the museum- Garry

I made my way to this museum, hoping it would help some. The teacher wasn't much help on how this would "inspire" me to find my "inner emotions", but I'd have to try. I looked around, and just looked at paintings. I found a painting that I liked, but I wasn't sure why I liked it. It was called the "hanged man", and it depicted a man being hung from his foot. I didn't know why I liked it, maybe just the mood. The man seemed strangely happy he was being hung, it it was kind of confusing. I stared at it for a bit, then kept moving on. I turned the corner and stumbled upon a mural called, "Fabricated world," I looked at it, and didn't quite know what to think. I turned back around, but didn't see a soul. Where was everybody? I turned the corner, but there was still no one here. This was just getting creepy... I went to the lobby and tried to open the front door, but it was locked. I started to panic... Was I trapped here? It was midday... how did everyone leave so fast? I turned around, and saw a peculiar staircase where there was a wall before. I'm sure there was a wall there... when did it... change?

I guessed there was no other option than descending the stairs, if I couldn't get out. I climbed down the stairs and looked around. It was a room with two doors, a painting, and there was a vase in the middle of the room. I went to the vase, and there was an exotic blue rose sticking out of it. It looked really nice, so I went up to it. Was this an exhibit...? Something told me to pick it up, to I took it from the vase and smelled it. I sniffed a the sweet aroma of the rose, and there were two notes next to the vase. One said, "Know the weight of your own life", and the other said, "When the roses wilt, you too will rot away." I stared strangely at the notes, wondering what they could mean, then advanced to looking at the painting. Lady in Blue... wasn't there a Lady in Red upstairs? When I turned to go back upstairs, the staircase was gone. Confused, I began to feel paranoid. I turned to leave, when I heard a loud crash.

"EEEEKKKK!" I screamed then turned around. The painting had crashed off the wall, and half of the Lady in Blue was crawling around. She looked at me, then charged, and I saw a key come out from behind the painting that was now sitting on the ground I ran over there and picked up the key, accidentally dropping the rose. Oh well, I did after all steal it. I saw the Lady in Blue dive at it, and she plucked a petal and there was a sharp pain... just everywhere. Frightened, I dashed out of the room, the paint increasing with every step, and dashed through the door when the pain became so great it was unbearable. I collapsed on the ground, as the pain just got worse. I closed my eyes, and wondered if I was going to die, and I felt the key being pried from my fingers. I didn't care... they can take everything I guess. The paint got worse, and my breathing started feeling raspy, when suddenly, it all just started to fade away instantly.

"Mm... the pain's gone..." I mumbled to myself while standing up. I then saw a small girl, no older than ten in front of me. Was she a painting, too? Would she attack me?

"There's nothing for you to take I tell you!" I said, somewhat confident. She keeps silent, and I notice her eyes were a shade of crimson... kind of like that Lady in the painting, when suddenly in one smooth motion she draws a blue rose out of her pocket.

"My rose...?" I said, and took it from her hands. "You got it back for me?" she nodded slowly.

"Could you be someone from the gallery?" I asked. She nodded again.

"Oh, well I'm lost here as well. And it comes down to these roses... when they wilt, so do we... a bit strange, you think?" she nodded once more. Could she talk?

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Garry," I said, bearing a small smile. "And you are...?"

"Ib..." she said. Well, at least she could talk. But she was different from those other annoying kids that just get on your nerves. She was observant, and she listened closely to everything I said. What was really impressive is that she didn't scream at sudden large crashes or from being surprised. She was nice, and I felt the need to protect her. I mean, who wouldn't protect a nine year old lost in a dangerous world? There was a large room, and all the paintings and sculptures came after us, and I screamed and ran, Ib running close to my side.

"Phew... that should be far enough, I think..." I panted, and Ib just collapsed on the ground.

"Ib.. Don't leave me! Ib!" I said, and she didn't wake up. Concerned, I carried her, and entered another room, and thankfully it was safe. I took off my coat and let her sleep in it, and there was a lemon candy in it I forgot to eat. Oh, maybe I'd give it to her. I then took a look at the bookshelves in the room. There was a strange painting on the wall named, "untitled,". Hm, did it not have a title, or did someone name it untitled, I wonder? I looked to the bookshelves, and found an interesting book about Guertena. I read for a while, not keeping track of time, and checked my watch, and the hands were still. They still read 11:28, the time that I arrived at the museum. Oh... I was fond of this watch too... Father gave it to me... Then, I heard stirring, and Ib jerked awake.

"Ib! Good morning! How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I had a nightmare..." she said quietly.

"Oh... you poor thing... being exposed to such frightful sights, you know?" I said. "Hey, take a look in that pocket," Ib reached into the pocket of the coat, and took out the lemon candy.

"Feel free to eat it." I said, getting to my feet. "We can stay here until you're ready, get as much rest as you need," I went back to the shelf, and read the novel about Guertena. It was sad, but it was a historical fiction novel, so it wasn't 100% real.

"Here..." Ib said, quietly and handed me my coat.

"Oh, thank you," I said, and slipped the coat on. She stood there and looked at me with her large crimson eyes. They shined somehow, and unlike other people's eyes, they were deep red and had a shine or a glint in them. I just asked her about my thoughts.

"Hey Ib... see that painting over there? It's named, "untitled". Do you think that no one came up with a title for it, or that someone named it untitled?" I asked. She stared at me with her crimson eyes, thinking, then spoke.

"I think no one came up with a title for it," she said quietly.

"Yes, I was leaning towards that," I said. She headed for the door and looked back at me.

"Are we ready?" she asked.

"Oh, yes." I quickly closed the novel and placed it back on the shelf.

"Ah!" A blonde girl said, and fell over.

"Woah, are you okay?" I asked her. She slowly got back to her feet and looked at me in curiosity. She looked a lot like Maria, now that I think about it. It's only her eyes were sea blue instead of deep hazel.

"Are you someone from the gallery? Ib and I are, and we're trying to find a way out," I said, an Ib stood by me.

"I was trying to find a way out too..." she said quietly.

"Great! So we'll go together!" I said, cheerfully.

"Huh?" she said.

"It's dangerous to wander here by yourself," I said.

"Okay...!" she said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Mary..." she said.

"Alright Mary, now we can proceed with our spirits high!" I said. We walked a bit further and Ib used the vase that was nearby.

"Say Mary, do you have a rose like Ib and I?" I asked.

"Yeah! A yellow rose!" she said.

"Make sure you're careful with it, don't give it to anyone. And-" I said, but was rudely interrupted.

"My rose is yeeeeeloooow! Ib's rose is reeeed! I like blue and yellow, and also pink!" she said. She was just like other kids, always wanting to play, and somewhat obnoxious. I didn't spend much times with her, because we got split up soon after.

"Cited works of Guertena" was one of the books on the shelves. I took the book, and looked in it. I flipped it and passed something I found familiar, and flipped back quickly.

Mary

The last work of Guertena's life.

While the girl seems extremely lifelike,

she is nothing but paint on a canvas.

I looked at it curiously, and turned the page, and widened my eyes. There was a picture that looked exactly like Mary.

"What...? And Ib's with her right now... no way..." I said.

"Let's have a treasure hunt. Who? Who has the key?" said the print on the door. Oh no... please don't tell me in trapped in this room. Where was the key? I ripped open dolls furiously looking for the key. Where was that key? There were intimidating ticks and rings, and I didn't like it. I ripped as many dolls as possible open, but then I started to panic and came into a mad rush and threw dolls everywhere, and eventually, I felt worn out and tired, and everything turned black.

-Ib- At the Gallery-

I didn't really like Mary. She had this idea of "playing forever" and having fun. Did she not understand it wouldn't be fun to be friends with me? I wondered when we would find Garry again... We got the brown key and opened the door, and descended the staircase. I heard a voice... Garry's voice.

"Eheh... is that so?" Who was he talking to, I wonder? I came in closer, and I heard the voice again.

"Oh, you can tell me. I won't spill your secret," confused, I kept going, and walked into the room. There were bunny ornaments everywhere, and he was talking to one.

"Really? Who'd do that to a girl! If that was me I'd tell them off for sure!" he said. Garry... what was wrong with him?

"Garry?" I said, and Mary was at the door, watching.

"I don't think this is Garry, why would he be here anyway? Ib, let's go leave now!" she said. I payed no attention to Mary, and stared at Garry. I shook my head, and took his shoulders and shook him hard. His head suddenly hung loose, and he had a strange smile on his face.

"...Garry?" I said. His head still hung loose, and he was smiling and his eyes just seemed... off. There was something hot in my eye, and I blinked and tears came streaming down my face. This was the first time I cried over someone... the sadness was unbearable. It felt as my chest was heavy, and was in danger of dropping to the floor.

"Garry..." I said once more, weakly, tears wetting my clothes.

"I'll stay here with you, friend, forever!" he said. I froze at that. Was he talking to me? Did he want to stay with me forever?

"Garry?" I said again.

"Stay with me, friend," he said. I blinked back tears. What... did he want me here with him? No... it wasn't right. He hated this place.

"Will you stay with me?" he asked. Garry wasn't like this... he couldn't want to stay here... more tears streamed down my face, and Mary was saying something but I ignored her.

"Snap out of it!" I cried, raised my arm, and slapped him. The smile came off of his face, and his eyes were motionless.

"Garry..." I said, and hit him again, and he blinked.

"...O..." he mumbled.

"O-Ow! What are you doing, Ib?" he asked. All these feelings inside, I couldn't bear. I just threw my arms around his waist and cried.

"Woah... I-Ib?" he said, and put his arms around me and smiled warmly. Garry... this was the most emotional I have ever been in my life. I know it sounds weird, but Garry was different from everyone, he wasn't like Mother and Father, and he certainly wasn't like my teachers, it was just so hard to explain.

"Ib! Garry! You're okay..?" Mary said, catching us. "How did you get into this room? Leave..." I was suddenly scared of Mary. She had a sharp palette knife in her hand, and it gleamed.

"Mary..." Garry said, looking to her.

"Now. NOW NOW! LEEEEAAAAAVE!" She screamed and chased us. She head butted Garry's stomach and tried to stab him.

"Garry!" I cried, and he pulled the lighter out of his pocket and threw it to me.

"Ib!" he said, and I caught the lighter and burned the painting.

"IB! PLEASE STOP!" She said, and then the glass shattered and the painting burned, and Mary burned as well.

"Whew..." Garry said, "Girls... sure can be scary," We made our way back to the pink house and descended the stairs. Then, we were in front of the painting. "Fabricated world". I didn't quite know what "Fabricated" meant though. Suddenly, the frame came off.

"Quick Ib! Jump in!" Garry said, and he jumped in.

"Ib..." A familiar voice said. I turned, and Mother was there.

"Come on Ib, it's not that scary!" Garry said.

"Ib, you know not to go with strangers! Don't you want to see your mother and father again?"

"Here Ib! I'll pull you up!" Garry said, extending a hand.

"Ib, come on!" Mother said, and extended her hand.

"IB!" They both yelled. I looked to mother, and suddenly didn't care. Garry was the only person I've ever cared about... I don't care about Mother as much. I shook my head and jumped up to take Garry's hand.

"Yeah Ib!" he said, and everything faded to white.

"Hello young lady, what do you need?" A strange man with lavender hair asked. I looked to him in curiosity.

"What's this statue?" I asked.

"It's called 'Embodiment of Spirit' apparently," he said. "I can't help but feel sorrow when I look at this... I wonder why. Oh, I'm sorry if I've said anything to trouble you... I better get going now. Um, bye,"

After I left the gallery, I had a strange feeling of sadness in my chest. I had no idea why. The next day I put my uniform on, but there was something strange in the pocket. I took it out, and it was a lemon candy. When did I get this? Maybe Mom gave it to me. I put it on my nightstand and decided to eat it later. After a day of reading and practicing violin, I plopped on my small bed, dressed, and ten thirty pm, and saw the candy again. I didn't want to eat it quite yet, but it gave me a strange feeling. I picked it up and tinkered with it. No, I don't think I got it from Mom. I put it back on my nightstand and went to bed.

There was a room with beady eyes staring at me. Many dolls were lined up. In the middle of the room, there was a man with lavender hair ripping open dolls, apparently searching for something. But what? I felt a familiar feeling and my heart felt heavy, but why? I didn't know this guy. A doll was coming from the wall and reached for him, but I had the sudden urge to protect him, so I jumped out and the doll grasped tightly around me. I felt happy that he wasn't gone.

"Goodbye, Garry." I said. Wait. I suddenly paused. Who was Garry? Do I know him? Garry suddenly jumped up from the ground.

"Ib!" he cried, "NO!" He jumped in the painting right after me. He put his arms around me, and we faced the worst together.

"Ib..." Garry said, "If push comes to shove... let me go... I could never let anything happen to you... take...this..." He lifted up a small lemon candy. Lemon candy...?...!

Ib awoke with a start. Garry. It was from him. Slowly, each memory made its way back into my head. That guy... was Garry. And I just let him walk away. How could I...? I felt so mad at myself, I wanted to stab myself. I just let him go! I thought about looking for him again, but... its a big world. I considered all the impossibilities, and then the tears came. I would never find Garry again. The memory haunts me. The only person I ever started to care about... might not ever be in my life again.

-?- Somewhere unknown-

I killed him. I hated him... how could he do this to me? Why could he do this to me? Where was the baby? I needed him back... I looked around the room, but he wasn't very clever, and I didn't hear a baby anywhere. Where could he have gone? Maybe he donated him or gave him to the orphanage. I fluffed my platinum blond hair, and looked around until I saw a giant mural in one of the rooms.

"Fabricated world. A world that ceased to exist, a world where grace can last forever, and eternal beauty can flourish," What was this, some kind of sick joke? Could I really have eternal beauty and live...forever? Suddenly, the frame of the painting came off and made it look like a portal. A smile appeared on my face, and I lifted my arm and reached for it. Eternal life and beauty was at my fingertips...

Yep, just so you know this chapter was updated. :] Please read my other chapters that will be updated... there will be more events added and stuff, so it will make more sense and be better. This chapter was terrible! I was so bad at writing a month ago...