You Really Suck

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~~~

Ib gets hurt :D

I'm so mean. Oh well. Anyway, I really like this chapter; it leads up to a lot of plot later. It's definitely one of my favorites. As always, I hope you enjoy ~

Chapter 4- The Red Rose of DEATH

Hey Ib,

Did you ever hear of macaroons?

It's been a week.

A goddamn week.

I was once again in the library, "studying" with Garry for our school project.

Ha.

Nice joke, Ib.

I was busy with my own affairs. While he was studying for our project, once again I had piles of books out, sitting in the corner of the giant labyrinth of a library skimming for any slight signs of a headache. I've been doing this for a week now. Work has been slow, so I would always be caught skimming some sort of art related book.

BUT NO.

NO HEADACHES FOR IB.

And as the bell rang, I lost it. I slammed the son-of-a-bitch I was reading on the ground.

"GODDAMNIT! I'M NEVER GOING TO FIGURE THIS OUT!"

And like a silly cartoon, I started stomping on the ground.

Mason watched me as if I was the craziest person in the world, trying his very best to hold back a laugh. I growled and sighed, finally giving up on this silly farce I was pulling. I regained my cool and brushed off my cherry red skirt, while flipping my hair into its normal school position, a smaller, dark chocolate version of Stocking's hair from PaSwG. I placed my hands in my pockets and walked out, but not without saying: "Have a jolly good time cleaning up the books, twat." And thus, I felt at least a little more badass for the rest of the day.

Mary lately had been gossiping to Garry and other random tag-alongs, so I spent my time hanging out with my other friends Lauren, Nikki, Alison, Kayla, Megan, Amanda, Dante and Kourin. A big group, I know, but Kourin wanted to include me with everyone. All we did was really talk about random things, but it was highly enjoyable. They even sat with me at the back of the bus. Well, except Kourin, he was busy listening to gossip and then telling me later because I didn't just hear it on the bus.

"A party?" I said, taking a bite of the scrumptious pudding.

"Yeah, for Halloween. They do it every year. Everyone's invited." Kourin said as he tightened his braid.

"Yeah! We wear costumes and everything! It's awesome!" Lauren butted in, and we turned to her.

"Uhhh…I guess so…"

"AWESOME!" and with that, giant bear hug achieved.

We all laughed. I didn't think this was a good idea until I noticed Mary glaring in this direction. Maybe…this won't be THAT bad…

It was a pretty cool party. Everyone was dressed up and having fun, dancing and or talking to friends. I wasn't too fond of costumes, so I just wore a black short sleeved sweatshirt with black jeans and black slip-on shoes. My hair was up in a high, tight ponytail with a red ribbon. I stood in the back, just silently enjoying the music, drinking champagne that I disguised as bubbly water. Doing that was just fine for me.

"Belle! What's with this?"

I looked at Kourin, who was walking over here, half flabbergasted and half laughing. I smiled at him.

"Dressing up's not my thing…" I solemnly told him. He was dressed as that one guy with he braid from Fullmetal Alchemist. Edward Elric I think. He laughed.

"Whatever floats your boat, Belle. Care to dance?"

We danced for a good twenty minutes, before he was gasping for air. I pretended to be tired, even though in reality I was barely winded. Seeing his need for space, I excused myself and wandered the halls. It was blissfully quiet, until the silence was interrupted by laughter from the piano room. I could tell right away it was Mary and Garry, so I tip-toed over, until something crunched under my feet a bit. I removed my foot and picked it up. It was a yellow rose that smelled like ashes. Bleh. Yellow and ashes, two things I absolutely hate. Keeping the rose in my hands, I slid next to the door, eaves-dropping on their conversation. "Oooh, have you heard? She spends an awful amount of time in the library. I bet she and that librarian have a lot of fun!" Mary's voice was clear as day before more laughter erupted. My eyebrows lowered. They can make fun of me all they want, but not Mason. He's too awesome. "Oh please. My girl could beat her anyday." Garry had a girl? Must be Ib I thought, shuddering. Referring to myself in the third person was weird. "What a midget monster. She looks like a creepy Goth," said Angie, the girl who pushed me off the roof. More random quips from everyone, insulting me. My fingers dug into the side of the rose. Thorns fell off from all the pressure, and my hands were bloody.

"I bet she *********** with *****es in her spare time!" Oh Mary.

I clenched a petal between my teeth.

"She and that librarian with such immoral acts."

"How dirty!"

"What a freak!"

"How pathetic!"

Garry was silent.

"I wish she didn't survive the fall."

"I don't think the teacher screws her. Who would want to?"

"That miserable wimp."

"What a ****ing retard!"

At this point the rosebud was on the floor, along with broken bloody thorns. I snapped the stalk in half, letting the bloody pieces fall to the floor. "Oh, somehow I don't like this," I wretched out in less than a mutter, putting one bloody hand under my bangs on my forehead. I scowled at nothing as I walked away from the grotesque remains of a mere rose. Then there was a thump from the room.

"MARY!"

And yet, I continued walking on as they screamed at her to get up and called for help. And the darkness just seemed to swirl around me as I took my contacts out, my path set to the library. My furious red eyes screamed animosity as they scowled at the dark nothingness, but my toothy smile screamed unworldly satisfaction. A perfect combination for insanity.

The door was locked. I sighed as I pulled out a bobby-pin from my hair, and unlocked the door with ease, entering the dark abyss. It was a lot creepier at night, I'll give you that, but it was nothing for me. I just walked around, really without the slightest purpose; just to be alone I suppose, until I saw a gleaming blue light. No…azure? Yes, definitely azure. I walked over to the rose and bent down. There was a faint purple tint in the air, and around the rose it smelled like crisp water and cigarettes, which surprisingly smelled great together. I went to pick it up, only the second I touched it, I fell forward into nothing and hit my nose on what seemed to be a floor. Damn. I began to get up and brushed off my skirt, the-

Wait.

I'm not wearing a skirt.

I immediately jumped out of my skin and back, stumbling to my feet and finally opening my eyes. The ground was now a maroon colour and the walls matched. I glanced around, noticing three doors; one on the left, right and behind me. The room was almost empty, except for two paintings, a table, a vase, and a mirror. Mirror! I ran over there as fast as I could, only to squeal rather loudly. I was once again a nine year old, a little smaller than I normally was and flatter. God damn. I was wearing a fancy white dress shirt with cuffed sleeves, a larger-than-it-probably-should-be red bow, a red pleaded skirt, and red slip-ons with black knee socks. Sticking out of my pocket was a glimmering scarlet rose. I sighed. Why this silly outfit? I wondered. I took out the scarlet rose and held it next to the azure rose. The two glimmered off each other, creating a dazzling violet luminosity. I smiled. It was a gorgeous show. The roses both had three petals each. Glancing around, I once again noticed the vase, which was filled to the brim with water. It seemed logical in some sort that the roses should be placed in there, so I dropped them into the water. Immediately the room lit up with the violet illumination, and just as soon as it started up, it disappeared. I blinked. Not only did the scarlet rose have five petals and the azure had six, I felt at least thirty times better. I slowly took them out, unsure exactly why they were able to do this. My thoughts were interrupted by a groan from the room on the right. It sounded like a person! I dashed over there as fast as my infinitesimal legs could carry me, only to be stopped by a lock. Damn. Now what? I tried my best to evaluate another way to open the door when a large crash came from behind me. The door was scratched almost completely away, and in the doorway stood, or slumped, half a woman wearing blue. She seemed to be coming from the painting, and her fingers and teeth were razor sharp claws. She screeched in a completely inhuman voice and lunged after me. I yelped and continued furiously ravaging the door. But alas, it didn't open, and in the last moment I opened my mouth to scream…
I opened my eyes in absolute terror. There I was, sitting on the floor, trembling and sweating feverishly. I was back to my original self, except absolutely breathless. The azure rose was gone, and as I stumbled to my feet, I convinced myself that it was never there to begin with. I leaned casually against the wall, catching my breath and finally relaxing, putting my hands in my pockets.

Only for a wine-red rose to pop out.

I stared at it for a moment, before screaming at the top of my lungs:

"WHAT THE ACTUAL F*** MAN, SERIOUSLY! YOU MOTHERF***ING SON-OF-A-C***."

I smacked myself for that. I always said minor curses, but that was a little much. I eventually decided to take the rose. Maybe it will prove of use later. I composed myself and stepped out of the room with the rose in my pocket. Like hell I was staying there.

I happened to pass a frantic, yet badly composing himself Garry on the walk back. I must've been scowling a little more than I normally do, which he noticed. He stopped me. "Well you don't look to good. Bad BJ, Isabella?" he smirked at that, in which I scowled more. "Just a bad night I suppose. Some obnoxious, super-ugly rich kids decided 'Ohay! Let's like, totally bully this not-so-rich girl for shits and gigs!' and of course I heard them, and then some unpleasing libraries…"

He blushed at that, knowing I perfectly well meant him. But he unfortunately caught the last part.

"Unpleasing library?"

I gulped. Oh damn, this was not going to be good.

"You're scared of a library?"

"Pfft. Sure. You're totally right. To-tal-ly. Now if you'll excuse me…"

I sped by, but he caught me by the ponytail.

"Not so fast, hot-shot. To the library we go~"

And that's the story of how my icky-yet-surprisingly-appealing boss took me to the library for the first time.

We stood there in the dark, looking around by the dim light of the halls. After standing there for a few minutes, nothing unparticular happened. But to be sure, I clutched that damn rose tightly.

"And there. Done. See? I'm fine. Now, if you'll finally excu-"

As I started for the door, I stopped wide-eyed looking down the section I was at before. At the very back, there was a painting. The light from the hall struck the name exactly, and I started shivering.

The Lady in Blue

The shivering started up again, and the air felt low and heavy. Garry walked up next to me and looked.

"Oh, what's this? It looks new."

I started sweating. I could feel the heat rise to my face, and I clasped my hand around the rose much tighter than previous. The air had a purple tint to it once again, and the painting looked at me and smirked. A scream escaped my throat rather loudly, and I raced out of the room in almost tears. "I-Isabella!" I heard Garry yell, but I was too focused on GETTING THE HELL OUT.

But the most peculiar, and nerve-racking thing happened.

As I was running I tripped and fell, cutting my knee on and open piece of the wall. It was a really deep and gruesome cut, and the rose fell out of my pocket. One hand on my knee, I reached for the rose. When I picked it up, I noticed a wilted petal on the side, so I plucked it off.

And I doubled over in pain, almost spitting out blood.

I kept myself conscious, however, and looked at the rose.

It was covered in blood.

My blood.

And that's when I realized what was happening.

This… wasn't some sort of crazy nightmare.

This rose,

Really represents my life.

And I'm nine more petals away from my doom.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! School has been really busy lately, and inspiration's been low. But I promise I'll get more chapters out soon!

The cursed red rose will kill you~~~

And the floor will molest you. My friends and I were playing Ib. If you walked in on us, you would have thought we were on crack.

Dammit Mary. Stupid Forgotten Portrait Ending.

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