Hi people!
You're all pissed at me aren't ya? ;D I'm so mean.
Nah the real reason I haven't been typing is because life. Yep. That's right. Life. We all have to deal with that bitch. Anywho I'm actually writing a book! so if you like my writing and are curious about that, give me your gmail and I'll share it with you in google docs!(only if you're comfortable with it) I love constructive criticism ^^You can put your criticism as a review here, just label it (i.e. -The Archer(the label of the book)- wow, this sucked, etc.)
Haha... okay I'll write now.
Sorry again.
My ears were ringing, my heart was racing, and it took all of my effort not to collapse on the floor, despite my beckoning body want to give up on itself. I felt the blood rushed to my ears, unable to comprehend what was going on in front of me, and my eyes hurt from the stinging of the tears.
"Garry...?" I whispered, walking over to he injured, lifeless man. My breath caught when he groaned, and it made my body jump. My hands began shaking as I cautiously reached for him. My fingers ran across his bare chest, feeling like dry sandpaper under my skin. It made me cry, seeing this man that I thought I had known for a long time seeming to have betrayed me. My heart pulled every which way, not knowing whether this was the real Garry or the one I was with previously, the man that had shown me happiness, was real. How would I be able to tell?
Rather than questioning myself further, my hand reached up and worked on the metal that burned around his wrists, scars penetrating the skin. Another groan of pain came from the man, a painful wince coming across his face, despite still not being conscious. My eyes glimpsed around the softly lit room, noticing a lever at the far corner, near the light switch. Making my way across the room I studied the lever, trying to find any mechanic that may end up killing him rather than helping him. I saw no traps and tugged down on the switch, his body loosely falling to the ground with the lever. Once he was at ease, I ran over and worked on shackles, unfortunately needing a key. I let out a stressed sigh that echoed throughout the room, my fingers running along the chains as I searched my mind for a loophole. Then I remembered the bobby pin that was in my skirt pocket, and how I would use it to sneak into the art room during lunch when the teacher wasn't there, (what are you talking about I didn't say anything about being a sneak). I smiled at the worn hair utensil and fished through the lock.
After a good five minutes of exploring the mechanics of the shackles, a click emanated from them, releasing their prisoner to fully collapse on the floor and relax. A relief filled my lungs as a smile touched my lips, but I still didn't understand what was going on and why Garry, whichever Garry this was, was hidden. A knot filled my throat as I remembered the other one, searching for a way to get to me. Was it all a lie...? Was the happiness I felt just a figment of the my imagination? Another one of the horrors the Fabricated World brought to me? I felt tears sting the back of my eyes, and I tried desperately to make sure they didn't fall. With my hands quivering, I brought them up to rub the salt water from my lids, taking in a staggered breath and watching the man. Curiously, I turned him over, finding nothing but a stem in his pocket. But...if he didn't have petals, how was he still alive?
Curiously I plucked the stem from his pocket and stood, it was the least I could do for him since I abandoned him...or...the other him. Thinking about two Garry's made my head hurt, and I removed the thought for the time being as I went to set the petal in the eternal water, still full. The sound of growth echoed through the vase as blue leaves formed, and once it finished growing, a loud, oxygen deprived gasp derived from the room, causing my head to turn. I grabbed the flower from the vase and walked back in, Garry searching his body to make sure he was all there, and again I repeated.
"Garry?" My voice was cautious and quiet, but his frozen actions made me suspect he heard me. Slowly turning, the plum-haired man scanned me over, scared eyes watching me.
"Who are you?" He asked, his voice more cautious than mine. A ping of guilt and regret rang through my body, realization striking my brain that this was the real Garry, and my happiness really was a myth. Would the same thing happen that happened before? Would I never remember him even if we got out?
No. I demanded myself, I won't make the same mistake I did before, I won't let Garry down this time. A sad smile touched my lips as I gripped onto my dirty skirt, observing him.
"Funny how you don't remember when you're the one who gave me your coat for a blanket..." I reminded him, and that seemed to be just enough information for him to come off of. His eyes widened as his same laugh echoed the room, bolting from his position on the floor and around me, his arms cutting off my breath in a tight hug.
"Ib..." he whispered, his face burying in my hair as my head rested on his chest, remaining the expression of stone. "I thought I'd never see you again..." his words sent shame throughout my body, and my arms curved around him into a hug, fingers trembling against his bare back, the smell of cigarettes lingering onto him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner..." I whispered in return, forcing any tears back. I couldn't cry, that's weak in this world. If I was going to survive and find out exactly what was going on I needed to be strong.
And if that meant hurting a few things or people, so be it.
The hall we were walking down had a grim aura to it, paintings seeming to laugh and taunt us, but I refused to cling onto Garry, not truly knowing if he was real or not. My fingers wrapped around myself for comfort and my body shook, preparing for any scare to come. Whenever there was a creak, or an echo throughout the hall, Garry and I would jump, preparing to run from an unknown horror. We spent the time together bonding, similar to what the other Garry did. Despite the pinch in my heart every time I thought of the other one, I began to slowly believe that this one was real, and that made it all the more painful.
"So how'd you get back here, Ib?" he asked, a bit of a skip in his step, still bare chested. I didn't let his half naked body distract me, despite how surprisingly toned he was. I looked over at him and a small smile crept over my blank expression, my mind searching for the right words to answer him with.
"Well..." I started, but paused. How did I get here? I can't seem to remember how... I shook the thought and changed the question, avoiding embarrassment. "What I'm more curious about is how you got yourself locked up in that hidden room? Was that there when you were here?" I asked, glimpsing at him with a tilted head. His head shook as a pitiful laugh escaped him, his hand scratching the back of his head.
"Honestly I can't remember myself... all I remember is a shadow, and then I was in chains with an awful pain and my flower wilted, God knows how much time had passed because after I saw that my rose had wilted I blacked out, and the next minute I see you. Not the same little pipsqueak are you, how old are you now?" He asked, ruffling my hair. The conversation reminded me of the one previous, and it made a knot in my stomach.
"Seventeen." I said, regarding him with a blank gaze. Rather than the perverted comment the man said to me before, he only whistled in an impressed pitch.
"Wow, that's eight years isn't it...?" He asked, rubbing his scruffy face, a five-o-clock shadow having grown in. "I should be twenty six..." He said to himself, gulping. He didn't look any different to be honest, and his silly smile reminded me he was still my age, and that was when I made a vow that I would refuse to leave the Fabricated World without him. I wouldn't leave him behind this time, I owed him that much.
I felt his arm link with mine, bringing me back to reality as I watched his smile extend.
"So," he began, a laugh echoing his words, "Shall we find a way out?" Surprised, I watched his giddy smile turn curious, before my shocked eyes turned happy as I nodded, and we walked down the hall, not knowing if we were walking to freedom or farther into the world.
GAHH! I'm done! Sweet... god knows how long it'll take to write 11...
god summer I love you.
Alright I'll see you beautiful little monilups later. And if you want to read my book, send me your gmail email (hehe... it rhymes) with the review and I'll share it with you :) later!