Ok, it's short but I'm being quick with this! So you might find it rushed but meh... I do that alot sorry! Please review and whatever but anyways thank u! xx
Chapter 3
My energy soon ran out and I gave up, flopping down on the floor. The noises stopped. I curled up into a ball and let out my tears. I cried and cried, I was out of breath. I can tell you, it's not easy to catch your breath when your sobbing like a baby.
I don't know how I got to sleep but when I woke up I was still in the corridor.
I got up stiffly.
My while body was shaking. I clenched my fists and whispered angrily to myself to stop being such a child.
I was 13 now after all.
I looked around me cautiously. I saw something in the distance. It looked like a... little doll.
I rushed over to it with my sore legs. It wasn't a very nice looking doll, in fact it was creepy!
There was purple writing above it's head. It said:
"Please Ib, take me with you. I'm lonely here all by myself and so are you"
I considered it for a moment, staring at the creepy doll that lay against the wall before me.
No I couldn't afford it, it was probably evil. I shook my head and walked on not looking back.
I turned a corner and there was another doll lying there against the wall! But... How!?
I ran back to check if the other one was still there and it wasn't. I rushed back to the other doll and it had writing above it again.
"Ib! Why are you ignoring me?"
I ran on through the corridor. When I reached another corner I looked back but the doll was gone once again.
As I walked through the twists and turns the doll was... Well it was following me!
"Hey where are you going!"
"Do you hate me, Ib?"
"Stay! Take ME!"
"Stop ignoring me Ib!"
"We'll be friends forever!"
Finally I reached a black door. There were 3 dolls lying in front of it.
"Are you following me!?" I shouted at them. I was shouting at dolls? What, am I crazy!?
There was paint splashed above their heads. It formed into words.
"Don't leave us!"
"Urgh!" I growled. I shoved them out of the way and made my way through the door.
It was a brightly coloured room with splashes of paint everywhere. But there were paintings in each one. I went to the first one. I gasped.
I was in that picture. On my own in the same place as I was now. I looked terrified and there were tears in my eyes. I took a step back shaking my head with bewilderment.
I looked across the walls and saw that there were now paintings everywhere.
I ran over to each of them and stopped when I came to one that caught my eye.
It was me with a blue rose in my hand. I was offering it to a man who was getting up. He was an adult, I'd say.
Wait he's that man! The man in the visions I have and the man in... It seems who is everywhere.
As I scanned the paintings, it seems pretty clear this man knows me but I don't know him, do I?
Then one threatened to bring tears to my eyes but I don't know why. It was a the same man handing the blonde girl the blue rose with a blank look on his face.
These pictures get more and more interesting. At first it was just me, then me and this man. He looks like he was my friend.
Then a blonde girl was in the pictures. I scanned them more and more until I came to the last picture. I must've gone through at least a hundred paintings.
The last painting was The Forgotten Portrait.
A sudden jolt of pain shot through my head.
I clutched my forehead as I started to see images. Lots of images. They were the paintings, but it was playing in real life. It was like there was a new world inside my head.
Three names- Garry, Mary, Ib.
Keys. Doors. Dolls. Mannequins. Mirrors. Friends. Gallery. Traitor. Death. Reunion.
Everything.
When it stopped I had learned what I needed to know. I had learned what I had once forgotten.
I stared at The Forgotten Portrait. I followed the dusty painting's frame with my fingers. My eyes were burning with the tears that threatened to come out.
"Garry" I whispered letting the tears of my memories trickle down my cheeks.
