"Ib...?" A voice questions hoarsley. Wait, that's...my voice? No, no...it can't be my voice. More importantly, Ib...who is Ib...why does it sound so strangely familiar?
"Ib?" Why..who...on my God! Ib! Where is she? Suddenly it comes to me! "Ib?!" She has to be here somewhere...ow, why does my...
BLOOD.
I reach to my abdomen, and my hand is covered with it. It's my blood. Mary...
I have to fight the pain. My vision darkens around the edges. No, I have to fight it! Yet, despite my self motivation, I fall pathetically to my knees. I crawl. "IB!" I call, louder yet it's still barely a whisper. My vision is red and I fall further down. I'm numb. I can't move. My chest feels tight. My brain feels like fog. I'm so tired. Maybe just...maybe I could close my eyes for just a second. Just a moment...no. I pull myself an inch at a time. It hurts. It hurts so very bad. Yet I fight the pain and crawl forward. My vision reddens more every second. I feel like a vampire. The world is so red. I come to a door. A door that could lead to freedom and despair at the very same moment. Hoisting my self up with the doorknob, I push open the door. I try so hard not to vomit at the sight ahead of me.
"IB!" I scream, as she falls to her knees, with blood seeping from her chest. My vision darkens more. I have to fight it! I pull my lighter into a loose grip, into my shaky hands. Igniting it, I muster up all of the strength I possibly can. I swing at Mary, singing her coat. Her painting...that's it! I finally know how to bring a happy ending upon us! I do, on yes I so totally do! But I fail. I collapse. I really can't feel my limbs. My heart is still pounding right? RIGHT? Am I even alive anymore? Is there a God..maybe somewhere out there to answer that for me? Does it matter? Am I hopeless? So much red, it feels like the red area where my rose was first stolen and I met..."Ib..." It's not even a whisper. It's silence. I have to...we have to survive this! With every ounce of strength and willpower I stand. I amaze myself. I throw my lighter at Mary's painting. Yes. Victory! She falls to her death in ashes, and I fall to the floor in bittersweet victory. I look over at Ib. I look at her rose. I look at her blood. I look at the vase. Panting and crying silently, I grasp the rose. I pull the vase off of the very low table. So little water...but enough for her to survive. I put in the red rose. The last I'll ever see. Though, right now I'm not favoring te color of red. She stands, her wounds disappear.
She looks at me wide eyed. "!...Garry!" She shouts, rushing to me. "No...no, no...No! Don't die!" She searches frantically for a drip of water too heal me. She wants us too live together. But that's not how life works. Life sucks so bad sometimes with it's cruel games. Ib begins to cry. She gives me my wilted rose. I smile, and wipe away her tears. It pains me more to see her cry then it does to have my rose torn apart. She hugs me and sobs. "Don't leave! Garry!" I do my best to hug her back. At least she has a family to see again...
"Don't cry. I'm sure...we'll meet...again." I say, and take the rose. Still smiling, I end it. I end my misery. I pull the last blue petal. A tear slips down my own cheek. "He loves you..." I say, and I hear a faint scream of my name followed by a clunk as I hit the ground.