Hey guyz! I love Ib, and I think I've played it and finished it over 6 times! And I hated the ending where Garry dies because I LOVE GARRY! But anyways if you want me to post a next chapter, maybe review and give me some feedback, or tell me if you want it to be continued! thanx :)

Ib- Memories
I come here almost everyday. I finally found something I enjoy. None of the girls in my class like it, they're all horrible to me. I don't have the confidence to fight back, I'm so quiet. Though sometimes at random moments I feel like I've felt more confident before but I can't think of any time like that. I'm just a wimp and I always have been.

I go to the gallery because I like to admire the sculptures and paintings but The Forgotten Portrait is one that has always caught my eye. It's a man leaning against a wall in a hunched position. He seemed so sad and lonely. But the strange thing about him was that he had modern clothes on, the artist was not modern. I tried to push that thought aside and enjoy the painting. But there was something so unenjoyable about this one, something that made me want to weep. I didn't know why I felt such sorrow but every time I was looking at this painting I felt like a familiar presence was near. The only painting I hated was The Lady In Red. It creeped me out to the limit and I wanted to just get rid of it, again I have no idea why.

"Uh, excuse me young lady it's closing time in 5 minutes" Security said to me.
"Oh, really what's the time? Gosh I should be getting home" I said stuffing a wrapper of a lemon candy into my pocket.
"Yeah, just leave within 5 minutes, got it?" He said raising his eyebrows. I nodded. I think I'll just have one more walk round before I go. I knew this place like the back of my hand but I decided to just wander. I walked around a little until I came to a huge painting stretched across the wall.
"You seem familiar..." I whispered to it quietly. Suddenly the lights started to flicker. I looked around hopelessly waiting for a guard to come and help me but no one came.
"Uh, excuse me? Is anyone there?" I said walking back to the gallery's reception desk. No one seemed to be here. Obviously just gone home for the night. I walked into the room with The Abyss painting. No one.
I started to panic. Suddenly I heard a sound almost like trickling water and then BANG BANG BANG!
"What!" I jumped looking under my feet. Red letters were forming. I stood back to read the words. They read:
'Hello Ib. Come down to the playground with me so we can have some fun. I have a friend who misses you. We can all play together. Forever.'
I shook my head. "What the..."
It had been a couple of years since I had found out about the museum, I had came with my parents and I'd never seen this before. Was it a show? No theres no one here, it's closing hours! Suddenly I heard someone's footsteps. Then when I turned around to 'The Abyss' there were blue footprints leading to the painting. I followed them and stood at the edge. Suddenly I tripped as someone pushed me from behind and I fell into the painting. That wasn't even possible! Was I hallucinating! Was I crazy? Then everything went black.

When the light came back I was in a narrow corridor with orange walls. There were Lady In Red paintings everywhere. Right, this must be a nightmare. I walked forward even though I didn't want to. As I walked I turned my head slightly to see one of the paintings. Then my legs froze. Did the painting blink? No way!
I leaned closer...
Closer...
I don't under-
"ARGHHHHH!" I heard a piercing scream and the painting leaped out at me. I screamed just as loud and sprinted down the hallway to a door I saw. The painting was chasing me making terrifying groaning and growling noises. I twisted hopelessly at the door knob. It was jammed. Completely jammed.
"No!" I screamed turning round to see to painting getting closer. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, I was so shocked. The painting got closer and closer until it was scratching my legs with it's long sharp claw-like nails. That snapped me back into reality. I screamed my head off kicking it away. Then when it was off I sent my foot through it, making it turn back into a smashed painting. The painting had made several scratch marks on my legs which stung like a bee.
I gasped for air then I let the tears roll down my face. No one was there so I sobbed loudly. This had all happened so fast but it made me more than upset and I had no idea why! Then there was a sound...

I turned back round to the door and opened it hesitantly. The room in there was small. It had red walls and a stone floor. There was a little brown table with a vase. The vase was filled with water and there in the vase sat a beautiful red rose. I picked it out. It really was pretty. I picked a petal from it and a searing pain came through my head. It was as if a bullet had been fired at my brain. It made me collapse to my knees in pain.
"Ugh" I groaned after the pain was etching away. I stood up feeling dizzy. I put the rose back in the vase and I felt so much better. I felt brand new, in fact. All the cuts in my leg had vanished and I felt wide awake.
I took the rose back out and pulled another petal to see. The same pain came through my body but this time an image flashed into my mind.

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"Ib, um... I'm sorry... But could you go ahead?" Garry said weakly. I turned round to see him. He was panting and he looked tired. I walked closer looked into his eyes.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. I don't want to lie to you but I don't want to tell you the truth either..." He sighed. My face tensed and I bit my lip looking for all the horrible things that might lurk around the corner. I didn't particularly want to be left alone but Mary was killing him and I needed to stop her.
"If you need help... I'll come running..." he said more weakly now. I nodded and gave him a tiny hug before turning round. When I was at the stairs I turned around to look at Garry.
"Go on... Ahead" He said managing a faint smile. I braced myself for a moment then I walked up the stairs...

I gasped and stuck the rose desperately back into the vase. I felt the freshness run through me and I started to think. That guy? He was so familiar... I shook my head. No time to think, I need to get out of the gallery.