...whoops. so much for making this longer. Darn holiday season eating up all my time so I haven't been able to sit down and write. Well it's here now and I will be starting college on the sixth, so that might take a little more of my time up, but don't worry I will get back to updating much more regularly starting now.
My body felt like I had been hit by a truck while I still felt like I wasn't getting enough air in my lungs. I scrunched up a little keeping my eyes glue shot as I regained consciousness on what felt like carpeted floor. I remembered exactly what had happened before I had passed out and I didn't want to see where I was. Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I laid there becoming more and more aware of the fact that one of my worst fears had come true: I was stuck in another dimension thanks to an art gallery.
And the worst part of it all was that this time I was completely alone.
There was no way Garry could've followed me and even if the other people in the room had noticed what was happening it wasn't like they could do anything. I was stuck here completely alone and terrified. The tears started flowing freely and I couldn't suppress the sobs and shudders that came along with the waterfall of tears. Really laying on the ground crying my eyes out wasn't the best idea as I had no clue as to what could be around me, but at the same time I wasn't really in the mood for caring.
"I can't do this again; not alone, I can't do this alone!" I tucked my head in as I curled up into a tight ball letting my hair block out the light so that I wouldn't be disturbed. After a few minutes of this something clicked in my brain and I lightly smacked myself to try and calm myself. "Ib, stop it. You need to get out of here and sitting here crying like a baby is going to guarantee that you'll never get home and see the people you love again." Giving myself the mental pep talk, I forced myself into a sitting position, took a deep breath, and slowly opened my eyes.
Gazing around the room I could see that it was dimly lit with there being not much to look at. There was a desk shoved into the corner with a lamp on it, a worn brown notebook lying beside it. As for the walls there was nothing on them; the paint was chipping slightly in places but that was it.
"At least it appears that I'm not in the same place at least," I muttered to myself trying to find any bit of good news that I could. I stood up adjusting my skirt since it was sitting weird because of my laying down. It felt like this was the same as last time, but there were already so many different things it felt like I was having to relearn all the rules to survive and that did not sit well with me.
Having calmed down enough that I had stopped crying I saw that there were two doors in front of me: one red and one blue. "I already have to make a choice? That's lovely."
I will admit I started typing this without formulating my ideas first and that was probably a very bad choice on my part XDDD. Review and I will love you forever!