Chapter Eleven: Forgotten Life
(This was Forgotten Portrait but I had to change the name.)
"Garry..." Tears ran down Ib's face as she saw Garry was no longer with her. "I'm sorry Garry."
As Ib hugged Garry's lifeless dream body one last time, something fell from Garry's coat pocket. Ib saw it was... his lighter?
Ib thought it might come in handy, so she took it with her.
. . .
Ib had noticed a room, but the doorway was covered in vines. She burned the vines away with the lighter.
Looks like it did come in some use.
Ib entered the room and saw many pages of drawings scattered all over the floor. On the far end of the room, was a painting.
A portrait of Mary that Guertena had made for her.
Ib walked further into the room, only to stop by the sound of loud footsteps. Mary ran into the room, surprised to see Ib.
"Ib... Get away from that." Mary calmly said.
"Mary..."
"Ib! Get out of here!" Mary pointed the knife in her hands towards Ib. "I don't want to hurt you, my best friend."
"I can't forgive you for what you did!" Ib started to run towards the portrait as Mary ran after her.
'I have no choice...' Ib thought. Using the lighter, Ib started a fire on the painting.
Mary watched as her beautiful portrait burned into ash. It had seemed like time stopped for her and all she could hear was her own heartbeat...
Until it stopped.
Mary felt a burning feeling at her feet. She looked down to see she was on fire. The burning pain grew as her body was consumed by flames.
"NO!" A painful scream escaped Mary's lips as her whole body was soon in flames.
'Daddy... Why couldn't I see you one last time? Why did you leave me all alone?'
Ib watched in horror as the girl who was once her friend, burned to death right in front of her.
Once the fire burned down and Mary was dead in reality, nothing remained except for the palette knife Mary had.
"Goodbye Mary..."
. . .
Ib had been walking for a long while.
Somehow, she found herself in the gallery. Sadly, this was not the gallery that had burned to the ground.
Starring at a painting that had people in it that looked very familiar.
Ib could see herself, Garry, and Mary lying on hospital beds in a hospital room.
"I can finally wake up now..." Ib said.
The painting started to glow and all Ib could see was a bright flash of light.
. . .
Ib's eyes shot open, she quickly sat up, breathing heavily in fear as she looked around the room she was in.
Finally calming down, she looked over to her right to see a tall young man lying on the bed next to hers. He seemed very familiar but Ib just couldn't recognize him. She didn't even bother to look over to her left where Mary was.
It took Ib a while until she realized the man next to her was dead.
Ib shifted around in her bed when she felt something in her skirt pocket. Curiously, she pulled out a piece of candy. "How long have I had this?"
Ib noticed something strange. It seemed that the man next to her had the same piece of candy. She could see it sticking out of his coat pocket.
"Wait..." Memories of her dream suddenly rushed into her head. "No..." Tears started to build up in her crimson red eyes as she remembered Garry.
"Garry... I'm sorry!" She started crying. "Why?! Why did you give Mary your rose?! I'm so sorry, Garry!"
"I can never forget the things that I've seen...
I can never forgive Mary...
Everyone else will forget about them...
But I won't."
Short and crappy but I don't care!
I finally updated so be happy with this!
I'll see you guys in the next chapter!