Chapter 2! Yeah, I couldn't live with that bitter ending. I hate sad ending and creepy ones, though some short comics are out there are really nifty with those kinds of endings. I hope this one is pretty good.
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*Knock! Knock*
Run. I have to run!
*Knock! Knock!*
Where is he? I can't find him! I-
*Knock! Knock*
"Eve! Are you up yet? You're going to be late!" My mother called from behind my closed door. Cracking open my eyes, still sore from crying the night before, I stared at the window shades that were bleeding with the morning light.
Throwing my arm over my eyes, I gave a heavy sigh. Today was another day.
Few minutes later down stairs
"Ah, Eve! There you are. Here, I made French toast and put the orange juice out for you."
"Thank you." I stifled a yawn as I reached for the glass of cold orange juice. My mother gave me a second look.
"Eve dear, you look terrible. Did you sleep ok?" She placed her hand on my forehead. I tried to give her a smile.
"I'm fine. Just a bad dream." I caught her give a frown.
"Not another one, dear. What was it about?" She was remembering the nightmares I'd had after returning from the Twisted World. For two years I relived my time in that chaotic art piece. Both my parents and I suffered from the lack of sleep.
"No, it was just a bad dream. It was…" I stopped and looked into the glass in my hands. "What was it about?" The only thing I could remember was that I had to get away and find something.
"Well," My father said as he folded his newspaper and set it on the table. I hadn't even noticed him when I had walked in. "That's good. If you can't remember, then you don't have to worry about it. It was just a dream."
But it wasn't just a dream. It was more. It had to be. It was like those dreams I had before, but it was missing an important element. I could practically feel my memory deteriorating.
'Wait,' I thought. 'What do I remember about Garry?'
I remembered his warmth and how gentle he was but…I couldn't see him. Every time I tried to picture Garry, all I could see was the rich blue of his Rose.
*Eve.*
I dropped my glass of juice. It seemed as if it was falling in slow motion.
…
I was walking down one of the corridors from the Twisted World. The plush red carpet under my feet seemed to slow me down. The walls were covered with strange paintings. Something dripped on my face.
Touching the liquid, it left my fingers red.
'Blood?' No, it was thicker than blood. Paint. Something moved behind me. I had to run.
I ran down the hall, trying to move my feet as fast as the carpet allowed. I had to find a way out! I had to find him…Garry!
My feet came to a sudden stop. The strange paintings still covered the wall, but to my right was an empty frame. It had no name plate that I could see. Could this be…the Forgotten Portrait?
I leaned in closer to get a better look. I heard a rustle behind me. Turning around, a saw a single yellow rose on the carpet. A fake rose.
'No…'
Looking back at the frame, there were suddenly words roughly painted in red.
'Next time try harder. Let's play Eve!'
I muttered to myself, 'Mary.' Looking back at the rose, I nearly screamed.
There along with the yellow fake rose was my Red Rose. The two were tied together with a black ribbon. Lying next to them was the stem of Garry's Blue Rose with a single petal remaining on the stalk.
…
The glass smashed against the floor.
"Eve!" My parents called out to me. I couldn't respond. "Eve, dear, are you alright? The glass is everywhere!" My mother swooped in with towels and a broom.
My father walked over and guided me to one of the kitchen chairs. "Eve, sit. Here, I'll turn on the radio. Maybe some news will wake you up. Hmmm?" I sat down and hardly heard the radio.
"Eve, dear," My mother patted my head. "You really need to relax. You'll end up a nervous wreck."
"Sorry mother…" I stared at the table in front of me.
Father leaned back over to the radio. "Maybe some music might wake you up more." The kitchen was then filled with static noise and clinking broken glass.
"…as for the rest of the Guertena's art-" The channel changed.
"Wait, father, go back." Giving me an odd look, my father went back to the station.
"-replaced. Yes, Guertena's famous pieces of work will be put into retirement for the next twenty years. And a hand full of these pieces will be placed in a secure vault in an effort increase their appreciation. Now, as for the new art exhibit that is coming in…"
"They're getting rid of the paintings?"
"Hmm, seems that way. That reminds me. You use to love that art gallery. You haven't been in a while, have you?" I looked at my mother as she sat down across from me. "I heard this announcement yesterday I think. Today should be the last day that…Eve! Where are you going?"
I grabbed by bag and stopped at the door. "I'm going to stop by the art gallery."
I had a feeling that if I didn't go see Garry now, I'd never see him again. I had to see him again, even if it was a painting. Making sure my diary was tucked in my bag, I left for the gallery.
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