Author's Note:
Thanks for clicking on my story! I'm new to writing fanfics, so please bear with me. :'D I'm sorry the prologue is short, but I hope you enjoy anyway! Critique is encouraged! Thanks! Hope you enjoy!
"Ib," he called out from the other side of the painting. "Grab my hand. I'll pull you up." As I walked towards Gary, I heard footsteps to my left. I looked over, and saw my mother. "Ib, where were you? We were looking all over for you! Come now, let's go." She said softly. I stared at her. Something wasn't right. What was she doing here? Why is she smiling? My mother would've been frowning at the fact that I was missing. I looked back at Gary. "What's wrong, Ib? It's not scary! Come on!" It doesn't seem like he can see her. I glanced over to my mother who was walking closer. "Ib, I told you not to go with strangers!" her voice wasn't strict and harsh like it should've been. This person was the stranger. I took a step closer to the painting. I reached for Gary's hand. My "mother" didn't stop me. Nor did she raise her voice to get me to return.
Gary pulled me in, and as he did, every moment that happened played in my head. From when the lights turned out at the gallery, to meeting Gary, to meeting Mary, then destroying her. I felt a tear run down my face as a smile grew. I'll finally be out of here. I will have escaped this nightmare. I felt a strange shiver go through my body, as Gary and I drowned into a flash of bright, blinding light.
It's over.