In this short note, I would like to thank all the people who have read and commented on this story of mine. I would also like to thank the guest commenter Black Rabbit for introducing me to the song 'Diary of Jane'. I love Breaking Benjamin, but I have only heard Dance with the Devil and Had Enough. I have to admit, I don't think it was just a coincidence that Diary of Jane was playing; it really fits this story and Garry himself. Thank you!

Now, on with the story!

I stumbled back slightly as Ib collided with me, arms wrapping around my waist; time had stopped for me, and I was surprised to find the top of her head in line with my shoulders.

I smiled; I had never felt happier in my life. How long had it been, since I last saw her?

'Six years'

I glared at the reflection of me; I still had no idea how he was created, and until I did, he would be a thorn in my side. Ib pulled away slightly, sending a questioning glance at the Fake before turning back to me.

"Garry, who exactly is he? Why does he look like you?" she asked, obviously confused. I sighed, shaking my head lightly.

"To be honest Ib, I don't know the answer to your question, and probably never will; all I know is that he is a reflection of what I am now." I replied in a monotone voice; they couldn't know about my thoughts or feelings; couldn't let them know that I wasn't only confused at the Fake's existence, but also scared.

If Fake Garry was me, and at the same time my reflection, does that mean that one day, I might become like him?

No, that's impossible; I would never become a monster like him.

"How are you alive?" Ib whispered, holding me tighter. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with my existence?" as soon as I said this, Ib pulled away slightly, shocked.

"No! It's just that…" she trailed off, her gaze drifting to the side. In the corner of my vision I saw Fake Garry disappear into the shadows, vanishing completely.

"Last time…" my attention focused back on the young girl in my arms.

"I saw you… you were…" she stopped talking then, obviously unwilling to continue on the subject. I pulled away, startling her at the sudden movement. I knelt in front of her, at eye level.

"Well, I'm very much alive and awake now, right? So no need to worry anymore." I chuckled, playfully ruffling her long hair and earned a small pout in return. She wacked my hand away lightly, and I laughed at her childish actions. She laughed along with me, and my mind flashed back to those moments, many years ago, when we would do the same thing as we did now, being happy in our own little world, so different from the one we were present in now.

"Well then; Ib." she looked at me, wondering what I was about to say.

I stood up to my full height and gestured all around me with growing happiness and ease.

"Welcome to my Kingdom."