Too short, I know, I know but this is as early as I could post this next chapter. If you've read my other story Gaining Their Trust then you'll see that it has a short chapter at the moment as well! Sorry bout that :( But anyway enjoy! :)
Chapter 4
I slumped down on the floor under Garry's portrait.
"I didn't mean it Garry! Why did I leave you here!" I rested my head back on the wall and looked up at The Forgotten Portrait. There was a tapping sound behind my head.
I jumped up in fright and wiped my tears away from my cheeks.
"Just stop OK!" I shouted at no one in particular "Please!"
I wonder if Mary is still here...
No I definitely got her. I never liked her though I never wanted to hurt her, she seemed like quite a nice person but I guess I was in too much stress, plus Garry was always there for me. I would never kill anyone and I basically didn't. I burned her portrait and she went back. I think. And to be honest I hope she did get back...
Paint trickled down from the ceiling and words formed on the walls. They all had different sentences. I read them in order:
"Do you like the purple haired man, Ib?"
The next wall "Do you want him back?"
I rushed to the next wall nervously. "Would you do anything to get him back?"
"Yes!" I said. I heard the paint trickling down on another wall. I turned around.
"Meet us in the darkness, Ib."
I narrowed my eyes at the wall.
"What do you mean 'the darkness'!" I was shouting at a wall, I must be insane! It all dissolved into nothing and I heard a distant rumble and the room shook. I darted my head around the room. I was rooted to the spot in fear.
The walls started to shake and Garry's portrait was knocked off the wall onto the floor. I took no notice at the time I was too concentrated on the horrible noises all around me.
Then all of a sudden everything stopped.
"What happened! Is anyone there!?" I shouted looking around the room. There was a banging sound, like a gun shot.
I heard someone cough and splutter behind me. I swung around to see a man lying on the floor, barely conscious. And that man was Garry.
I sprinted the short distance from me and him and removed the painting that lay on top of him.
I desperately knelt beside him and looked into his half opened eyes. A thin smile crossed his lips and a tear ran down his cheek.
I grinned. I was so happy the tears of joy were sure to come.
But his eyes shut immediately and he wouldn't wake up.
That was happening to me as well because I was wide awake at first.
My mood changed dramatically and I tried to stay awake but it was so hard. After all the running and all the tears.
My eyes.
My eyes were heavy.
So very heavy...
