Mary walked along the tiles, keeping her feet inside it's small dimensions as she went on her way. She passed by various paintings and statues that called for her attention, but the little girl passed them by without a word. She had someone she was going to see, someone who would always be with her...if she was still sane at the time.
Mary found the painting and plopped down onto the ground, sitting indian style as she waited. The woman in the painting looked down at her before smiling and giving a small wave. The blonde's face split into a smile, "Hello! ow are you today?"
The woman tapped her chin to think, her brows furrowing, "Oh, not very well. Being in this place is making my lucid moments far and few inbetween."
Mary nodded sadly, truly feeling sorry for the brunette haired woman. She could tell that the gallery was starting to get to the woman without her even having to say anything, it was evident through her actions.
"Well, maybe we'll get out someday." Mary stated as she pulled out a book, "I've been studying on how to make friends!"
The woman smiled at her and Mary opened the book and began to flip through it, recapping some of the sections aloud for her to hear. Just as she found the chapter she was on a feral growl reached her ears. Her blue eyes snapped back up to the portrait and her smile slid away.
The once calm, beautiful woman was now gone, leaving behind a feral creature that lashed out. Her long arms reached through the painting and snatched up the rose Mary had made earlier and began to pick the petals off one by one, a sickening smile on her face as she began to play, He loves me, he loves me not.
Mary stood up, closing the book and walked away from The Lady in Red.
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