ugh I feel so bad that this was a shorter chapter, but with work being crazy since it's almost Christmas and I've been hanging out with someone recently ( I know, shocker that I'm actually making any sort of contact with real people XDD) that I haven't been able to get this chapter out and I wanted to get it out ASAP for you guys. I promise that I will go back to making longer chapters!
"Ib, are you sure you want to do this?" Garry was bent over at the waist so he could look me straight in the eyes leaving no chance of lying.
Swallowing past the huge lump in my throat, I forced the words past my lips, "I can't just let myself be run by fear for the rest of my life." People were always telling me that acted more like an adult than a teenager, but I wasn't sure if they were trying to insult me or compliment me or just pointing out that small fact. At the moment though it felt like I was a little child with the stupidest fears. I didn't let my gaze falter praying that Garry wouldn't change his mind.
After a few more seconds he let out an exhausted sigh, saying, "We'll continue, but if you show any sign that this is too much we're leaving immediately." He headed over to the front counter and started speaking to the man behind the desk.
Even though I refused to go anywhere without Garry considering what happened last time I had wandered off by myself, I settled for staring around at the paintings. None of them were supposed to by by Guertena, but it was hard to tell if any of it was made by different people. It wasn't that I was uncultured; it was just that all these pieces of work looked to be along the same lines as the things he made.
"All right...I checked with the manager and he said there wasn't anything made by Guertena here like I had thought so everything will be fine." Even With Garry's encouraging smile and hair ruffling there was still the horrible feeling lodged in the pit of my stomach.
I could only seem to nod my head and when he started to say something I hurriedly put a smile on my face assuring him that I was fine. We headed off to the first exhibit as I counted to ten and took deep, even breaths. As freaked out as I was I was not about to let myself have a panic attack in front of a bunch of strangers or Garry for that matter.
People were milling around by themselves, with groups of friends, or with their date helping me convince myself that everything was fine. The room that was the most empty was the one we decided to visit first: the room with the sculptures. There were only about ten other people in the large room and it made for us not being completely alone, but still having space to ourselves. We stopped in front of a huge sculpture that I honestly had no idea what it was supposed to be. A giant blob made the base while thin and thick lines squiggled their way around making arches and curling designs all around the center piece, which appeared to be some kind of sword looking thing. I furrowed my brow as I leaned a little closer to the name piece seeing that the title was written in kanji I hadn't yet learned. Five years older and I still can't read anything in a stupid museum. "Am I the only one missing the point of this piece?" Out of the corner of my eye I could see Garry staring hard at the piece of art while he made small mumbling noises and nodded his head slightly like he was trying to figure out the piece of art for himself. At least someone was getting enjoyment out of all this. Still not feeling the slightest bit comfortable being too far away from him, I turned around and leaned against the velvet red rope letting my gaze travel over the other sculptures in the room. This trip was turning out to be the worst decision of my life for myself, but at least Garry was happy and I was finally doing something for his sake instead of being selfish.
Just as I started swinging slightly on the rope my body relaxing finally something cold and hard wrapped itself around my waist and yanked my in the air. A scream ripped from my throat was I was staring down at the floor and Garry who looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "IB!"
I tried to call out to him, but the the sculpture was squeezing the air out of my lungs as blackness danced on the edges of my vision. Suddenly, I was rushing towards the floor on my back and I could only stare up my eyes filled with terror, letting out a silent scream as I watched Garry and the normal world disappear as I was being pulled down into pure darkness.