Illy walked back up to her room, and began thinking. 'that was defiantly supposed to mean something. but why would a girl be on my roof? unless its not a roof at all... in that case, i should try to get out through it. just to see."
Illy walked down the stairs and into the garage. her parents weren't home, so she could easily access the ladder. she opened the door, grabbed it, and painstakingly carried it up the stairs and into the living room, placing it up-right under the skylight. illy tightened her shoe laces and climbed up the ladder. 'this is it,' she thought, 'im almost out.' it was early morning, and not only were her parents not there, it was the same time frame the girl had come several days ago. illy unlatched the window, and opened it up. all she saw was a blinding light. not sky, not trees, not anything. just light. 'that settles it, this has to be some sort of trick.' illy thought, and with one final boost she dragged herself up and out of the skylight.
Illy was taken aback by what she saw. it was the same museum that had flashed for a moment in her window; but Illy didnt have much time to take it in before she felt a searing pain. she looked down at herself, and her arms were stitched like mad, thread covering every inch holding her blue and red bleeding skin together like torn fabric. Illy looked again, and saw her legs, chest, and everywhere but her face was sewn like a doll. her fingernails once again looked prosthetic, pieces of plaster held on by rubber bands. her hair felt like jelly, and when she squeezed it it squished together and felt something like- 'a suction cup?' thought Illy.
suddenly, she felt woozy, and her vision went blurry. "are you ok?!" asked a voice, only a blurry pink and green blob to illy.
"it hurts." said illy, collapsing to the ground, "a lot."