Walking in the Rain

I walked through the streets with an umbrella over my head. It had been raining for about half an hour now and if I hadn't had to work over time I might have missed it. I sighed to myself and attempted to fill my mind with happy thoughts instead of the depressing ones that kept invading me.

I've had this problem ever since the gallery. It has decreased over the years but the memories are still there.

Haunting me.

My parents sent me to a psychologist during my high school years and did every thing they could to diminish my 'irrational' fears. Fears of art galleries. Fears of the colour yellow. And how I suddenly became a moody teenager when I see a little girl, plucking petals of a flower, playing 'Loves Me, Loves Me Not'.

When I dream, I dream of Garry. He says I betrayed him and I how I should have saved him. After those words, his face burns away in flames from the lighter and I am sucked into the darkness of the toy box and-

Splash!

I stood dripping wet of the water that was splashed on me by a passing car. I became even colder than I was in the first place. I shivered and kept walking. Despite the fact that the car drenched me, I have to thank it for waking me up from my hell. I might have had another break down in the middle of the street again.

I soon began to walk again and I turned the first corner that came my way. Almost home. I'm almost in my safe haven. Where the Lady in Red can't find me and I can be with Garry. You see, after I graduated from I high school I quite literally bumped in to Garry. We talked for a while and, as I was having trouble finding a roommate for college, he agreed to live with me until I can support myself. And no I don't want any money from my parents. I wanted to be independent.

But after a while we started dating. I began to smile at my thoughts as I continued my internal monologue. We've only been dating for a few months now and life living with him hasn't changed much. It's better than it being awkward. He texted me earlier saying that he had a valentine's day surprise for me. I wasn't expecting him to get me anything but I'm not complaining.

I turned to my left and faced the door to my apartment block. I opened the door and entered backwards so I could close the umbrella easily. I closed the door behind me and began to venture put the 3 flights of stairs. Personally, I don't think that I have to sign up for a gym unlike my co-workers since I have so many stairs to climb every day. It's an old building so that's why we don't have an elevator.

i took out a brass key once I reached the top and inserted it into the hole in the door. I twisted the uniquely shaped metal until a distinctive click was heard. The door creaked slightly as I opened it to see a purple-headed man looking back at me.

Maybe some good things come out of a haunted gallery after all.

A/N I've wanted to write an Ib fanfic for a while but due to my extreme case of writers block I only just have been able too. Thanks for reading and reviews are greatly appreciated so I can (hopefully) improve!