I walked through those glass doors below a giant sign, "Geurtena museum' and I smiled the moment I walked in.
Allie and Hannah laughed loudly at some picture and ran off in that direction.

Awesome! Just some time to sink and drown in the art! I thought.
I ran down the hall, only to look at my favorites. 'Embodiment od the spirit', 'lady in red' and others like 'marvelous night'.
This whole place suited me. I wrote down every note or spec of information I could find, and glided down the white hallways again in search of a new piece of art.
It was all amazing. Inspiring. Geurtena had to be a really smart man, right? a head like his was the kind I wanted.
Creative.
I rushed around, but I soon noticed a painting with a purple hue, that caught my attention. I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand the painting. This one was.. different.
It didn't match geurtena's style, and had been a man in a shabby looking coat, a deep navy in the color. The man had pale skin, with rings around his closed eyes. blue roses flooded the background of this photo-like painting, sifting in with the man's light purple hair, that seemed to have some darker strands at the top.
This man... he looked to be.. emo? Like he was pained. But he was sleeping, right? Maybe he was having a nightmare?
Before I realized I was, I was tracing the facial features on my note pad with my pen. "Ah. I should have brought my sketchbook." I mumbled, not impressed with my messy doodle my teacher wouldn't prefer to see on my notes.
I got up again, putting the notepad in my pocket. I walked toward a new section.
I realized I had missed a hallway.

I glided down the corridor, walking fast so it was not considered running. I ran by when staff wasn't looking. I jogged down an empty hall, clear of people.
The lighting was dimmer over in this area,shining directly on a large, messy board that I couldn't have sworn to be his child's painting.

as I looked closer, I noticed it really was just scribbles. But the lines resembled figures, a painting of.. a.. woman in.. red..? Ah. I smiled big. This was it! this was the coolest piece I had seen yet! It was geurtena's perceptive as a child while painting! He wanted you to look at it like it was a child's painting, and search for resemblances to real things, right?
I wrote down notes about the painting.

'The fabricated world
-a messy drawing
-resembling a child's perceptive of the world?
-very interesting to sort out.
-different from his usual style.'

looking at it closer, and gasped. "It's-it's actually drawn in crayon!" I looked closely around the rim, looking at the lines of aged crayon, and when tracing the bottom, something caught my eye.
a blonde girl. Her wavy hair seemed to be the focus of the drawing, hidden on the side. Sh was holding a yellow flower, though I didn't know what to make of it.
Her face didn't even had eyes drawn, just a.. faceless child clutching onto a yellow flower.

The lights dimmed above me, taking my interest off the portrait for only a second.
"What was-?" I shook my head. I looked toward the painting again, a to say goodbye, since I wanted to explore more..
But..

I noticed something on the white wall... blue paint.
Why was there-! maybe it was leaking?!

I examined it closer, as it looked fresh, as it stained the wood further on the walls, leaking deep within the museum sides.
"Ah.." I gasped. what was i supposed to do about that?

turning to run for staff help, t inform them. Though my eyes stuck to the floor before my voice could surface.
'come ib' it wrote repeatedly on the floor, in what looked like blood. ah- it was red paint.

Who would do this?

I ran toward the end of the hall, and looked for the main room,
running past what seemed to be all the paintings. Not a soul in sight.

"what's.." I sighed, freaking out.
I sprinted down, suddenly not minding if a staff member was to yell at me. Down the stairs I went as the lights flickered in the lobby.
"Ahh!" I leaped, suddenly fearful of everything.
where was the desk attendant?

I ran to the first picture that Allie and Hannah had seen. They were nowhere in sight either, and the lights seemed to be dim there, as well.

I felt like crying.
I wanted out.
I wanted to go home.
I wanted...

I suddenly felt a feeling of deja vu, as if it wasn't the first time.. I went through this.
I would have remembered something like this... this is probably similar to a nightmare, if anything.

fleeing again, I took the stairs up again, looking for another way. When running by 'the forgotten portrait' I noticed it was off.
It.. wasn't 'the forgotten portrait' it was...
'The hanged man..?'

what.. happened here while I was procrastinating? Was i? was I sleeping?
hoping my opinion to be true, that I had simply 'been so excited, fell and hit my head' I pinched myself.
That only made my arm turn into a pink bruise.

After feeling the tears emerge in my face, I jolted down the other option of hall.
Right after entering, I saw ink footprints staining the floor below, and the blue prints leading right into... 'abyss of the deep'
...

I walked up to it, hesitant of the open exhibit. It was a gimmick after all! It was all for the sake of getting in trouble, and walking on the art, wasn't it?!
I didn't care anymore. If they wanted me to walk on it to yell at me, so be it. I was fuming, thinking that they'd go this far to catch the girl who had been annoying the museum staff with her running around an over-joyed states.
Stepping forward, I felt like they were all going to yell at me, and for a moment, I forgot the main idea.
The ground sunk beneath me, as I slipped i what felt like thick water.
Paint?!
I had passed out before I drowned.

the dark felt good. I was safe, alone, and I wasn't hurt. I was scared, yes. I could stay here. With my eyes closed, and I didn't have to be scared. I was dead? was I not? was I alone? did I just faint?
Maybe I ate some bad dinner last night? I didn't know anymore.
It was all so real.

I tugged one of my eyes open, to view what may be my future death. Or- already death?

I viewed the paths to choose. red, or blue. There were two different halls. I chose the blue one, and walked along the path, the words 'come in' staining the path I walked.
There was a vase there. It contained a beautiful, fake rose in it. I grasped it, maybe to make myself bleed from it's thorns, to feel the reality again, to know what was real.
but as I tried to pin myself, I had grasped it too rough, and a petal fell off.
Immense pain running through my blood, I dropped it to the floor, grasping my hand, which was the old part of my that seemed unhurt.

closing in on it, I poked at it fast, hoping to not be burned by it's fiery red blood, ad hoping not to be harmed again. I grasped it fully now, knowing the stem was safe. I dangerously poked a the petal, expecting a pain- but none started anywhere.
I felt the softness of the petal though, and that was enough to know this rich feeling was of a real fragile flower, and not a plastic craft store one.

I put it back in the vase, hoping to leave without any more problems.. but when the flower touched the water my previous pain seemed forgotten as a blissfully content feeling flooded in my veins now.
Maybe I should take it with me? I walked into the room, after pushing the desk aside.

I found a key in the middle of the floor, and a picture of a woman with her eyes closed.
Did geurtena find a love for painting people with their eyes closed?

I grasped the key, looking for some sort of wording. nothing. Just a basic key, lie one to a child's diary.
I got up to leave, but not before looking at the painting to notice her cat eyes were wide open, as her mouth formed a murderer's smile.
My heart fell in my stomach, and I was out of the room before i had a chance to freeze.

I suddenly noticed a sign beside the vase. it read:
"You and the rose are one, know the weight of your own life."

That.. would explain alot.

I almost walked down the hallway, until I read the blood red paint spell 'thief' on every inch of the floor and wall.
Someone... had been here.. and saw me... they're watching me right now.

My blood turned cold again, and I ran to the other end of the hallway.

I remembered this feeling. This fearfully horrible feeling. Like Someone could grab my ankles and drag me away in a second. I remembered this feeling of true fear. I knew it well.
I felt the image sink into my mind, and I suddenly stopped dead in front of the door.

"I-was here as.. as a child." I whispered, attempting to convince myself.

I... didn't know what to think about this. I thought it would only be a deja-vu from a nightmare.. but I remember..

I pushed the key into the door, and turned it, urgent to get into the next room.

Then alot of memories came back just then. When I had told my parents about the paintings I liked.. I knew they were from the gallery.. just not this exact part of it.
I felt tears bubble as I remember entering here as a kid, alone and afraid. alone...
but...
I wasn't. Garry was with me.

Garry...

I fell into a pile on the ground as I sobbed uncontrollably. I gasped and cried.
It may have been a while i was there, but everything came back.
I found his rose
returned it
traveled with him
and he was there for me
he kapt me safe
he risked his life for me
and he... Mary...
Mary killed him.

the blonde girl... it was her. The crayon drawing. it was all her fault.
no...
It was mine.
I had a voice.
I could have saved him back then if I just didn't agree to mary's aweful idea of a trade.

I felt my tears dropping all over my shirt, and I couldn't see. It was all blurry. My thoughts, and my eyes.

Coming here.
remembering everything...
remembering Garry.. it was all too much.

I don't remember how long I cried, but It was long enough to cover six years of lost memories and tears.

A/N:

I'll probably update in a few hours or days, but i'm very sorry about this chapter :(

Personally, I find that evryone makes memories come back just like that when they right a story about someone with amnesia or something... And also, I'm sorry this chapter was mainly boring. I promise the next few chapters won't be as descriptive with the gameplay parts, in fact, next chapter i'll probably start with 'after i stopped crying, i had already found myself rooms away-' and etc. well, see you!