**Hey everyone! This is my little "Ib" fanfiction. I started off just before Ib finds Garry, but I make them meet my way. in this version, Ib's 14 instead of nine. Garry's 19 for this story. Mary will be included, too, in the next chapter. But the thing were Ib doesn't know most of the words is changed so that she knows them. It's just easier to write that way. Hope you enjoy my story- and a review would be nice, too, to help me for future reference. You don't have to, though. Thanks! XoXo-Carissanator3000**
How long'd I been alone in this place?! I was huddled up in a ball, crying. I had been for the past few minutes, at least, but it felt like an eternity. As far as I knew, I was trapped in some other dimension or something, where paintings and sculptures come to life. Not only that, they're dangerous, too! I... I need someone. Normally I was relatively a strong person, but... I seemed broken. I didn't know what to do at this point. These puzzles were impossible! And... every time my rose lost a petal, I'd feel random shocks of pain. Then when it got water, it would regain the petals and I'd feel better. This had to be some sort of a... dream, or something. Because... well, this doesn't happen in reality! I was having a breakdown. Crying in a corner of a hall in a place where sculptures stand up and try and scare you. Hands pop out of the walls and try and grab you, people try and crawl out of paintings and try and kill you.
"Are you okay?" Said a kind voice. I slowly looked up with tear soaked eyes to see a boy, a few years older than me, standing above me, holding out a hand for me to take. He had lavender hair, and a long dark colored coat that was tattered, but cool looking all the same. His hair completely covered one of his eyes. Though the description of his appearance may make him sound rough, he looked... friendly. Trust-able. I liked him at first sight of him. Almost like what you'd feel for a big brother, or a beloved friend. Yes, he was a stranger. But yes, I liked him. And really, that wasn't a problem. He looked so concerned for me. "I can't believe there's someone here besides me..."
I took his hand, "Y-Yeah..." I said. "Thanks." I said. I suddenly seemed shy. The tears were at a halt, done running, because I wasn't alone anymore. I didn't have to be scared. With him, suddenly, I felt... at ease. It was like he was my guardian angel, in a way. Protecting me. After a few minutes of talking, I still didn't know his name.
"I see," He said, replying to something I'd said earlier. "So you don't have any idea as to how things got to this point, either. Seems your situation's much like mine, I must say. Do you have a rose?" He asked out of the blue.
"Yeah, this one." I said, showing it to him. It only had three petals. Yeah... it was a weak little thing, I guess. But every time the rose began to wilt more, so did I. I'd feel random spikes of pain each time it lost a petal, and I'd just get weaker and weaker. It was like I was connected to the flower. I wasn't sure why, though, because red roses meant "true love", and I'd never fallen in love. I was too young, I guess. Maybe the color didn't matter. Maybe it had to do with the fact that red was my favorite color (not hard to tell, seeing as that's half of my current wardrobe). But I can go on and on with maybe's, and never come to the true answer. Better to just skip the "maybe's" and move on.
He held out his own rose, a fascinating blue color. The odd thing was there were no naturally growing blue roses- well, and that has to do with the meaning of the rose, too, maybe- the meaning of a blue rose is something about miracles, I think, if I'm remembering correctly. And coincidentally, he was my miracle. "Whenever it loses a petal... it hurts. Physically. On my own body- is it the same with yours?" He asked. I nodded and looked down. Whenever my rose'd loose petals, there'd physically be wounds left over on me until I put it into water. I rubbed the bruise on my arm just thinking about it. The lavender haired boy spoke again, "We should find a way out of here." He said. "I think I'll go mad if I stay here any longer."
"Yeah." I said. "I'm Ib." I mentioned, since it never really came up.
"I'm Garry." He said. It was hard to fully make out his facial expressions, since his light purple hair always seemed to cover one of his eyes. I reached out to shake his hand, but then a petal came off my rose out of nowhere. I screamed and bent over. This was the most painful one yet, and now I was down to two petals. The pain didn't stop after a moment, this time, though. It kept going. I wasn't screaming anymore, but breathing heavily. My ears were ringing and my eyes were watering, so I clamped them shut. The last thing I was was Garry's worried face hoovering over me.
"Ib? Ib?!" Garry shouted nervously over and over, but all I could sense was the feeling of drifting off... falling... asleep...
**So... yeah. Sorry it was so short. But I didn't want to go on if nobody was interested... so let me know what you think of my story, and tell me if you think I should go on. Because I REALLY want to bring Mary into the story- and to keep going with the over-dramatic version of Ib. If this isn't too horrible, let me know! I'm already thinking up ideas for the next chapter and I'll have it out as soon as I can. And I swear, it'll be longer, too! Thanks for reading! XoXo-Carissanator3000**