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Chapter 6
I hesitantly went through the door first. When me and Garry were through the door slammed it's self shut. I shivered with fright and Garry laughed nervously.
"It's ok, Ib!" He said. I reached for his hand. Even now I felt like the 9 year old I was when me and Garry first met.
He smiled weakly and squeezed my hand tighter as we proceeded through what seemed to be a dark corridor.
We could hardly see and as my fright creeped up on me, I realised I was with Garry. It always made me more confident when someone was with me. We didn't speak through the walk down the corridor though I could fell Garry tense up his hands at times, he was trying to act brave for me though.
Suddenly out of nowhere something was threw at us. Garry squealed and jumped back, letting go of my hand. I was rooted to the spot with fear.
There was only silence.
"Garry?" I whispered.
"Yes?" I heard him whisper back. I drew out a long breath of relief.
"Where are you?" I said.
"Wait, I'll get some light in the room. Let me just..." I could hear him shuffling about. After a while he said:
"Wait... I had a lighter in my pocket! Where is it..."
"Oh..." I said guiltily. I had used it to get out of the gallery. Without Garry.
"Don't even tell me, just... Lets try and find each other" he said.
I walked forward sticking my hands out in front of me like a zombie. Suddenly I bumped into what felt like a body.
"Is that you Garry?" I said. There was no reply. I gulped and felt my heart starting to beat faster and faster. "Garry!" I said a bit louder. Then I felt an Iron grip on my shoulders. I screamed as I realised I had bumped into a statue.
"Get off ME!" I snarled, struggling in its stone grasp. Then I heard paint trickling again and the lights flickered on.
It wasn't a normal light. It was a light that made the white walls around me, tinted purple. It almost hurt my eyes and aggravated them. The statue's grasp disappeared and I fell down, sorely.
"Ugh.." I groaned in pain letting myself calm down. I scanned the room for Garry. He was across from me lying on the floor curled up in a ball.
"Garry!" I moaned impatiently, getting up and walking over to him.
"What?!" He said sitting upright.
"Uh... C'mon!..." I stammered to him, a little taken aback.
"Oh... Yes... Sorry" He mumbled shaking his head.
"Gar-" I started.
"I'm fine." he interrupted me as he got up slowly. "God... this place gives me the creeps..." I heard him mumble.
I didn't dare speak. Garry seemed so agitated, almost angry. With me? No, I was the one that freed him in the first place, he wouldn't be angry with me...
Once he was sorted he looked down at my face and a smile formed on his lips.
"C'mon" He said taking my hand. I ignored it. He looked quite surprised.
"I'm 13 now" I said stubbornly.
"Oh... Yes... Haha, how silly of me" Garry said, his smile faltered. I suddenly felt stupid and mean to do that to Garry, I mean he'd never done anything to me. I smiled at him before he quickly turned and faced what lay before us.
After a while of walking in silence nothing had happened. Nothing had jumped out at us and a flicker of hope had lit up in my heart. I hated the silence though. I found it awkward and unfriendly, but thats how people described me behind my back at school. I looked up at Garry's determined face.
"Garry?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.
"What?" he said looking straight ahead.
"Sorry for being so rude, back there."
Garry chuckled, but it wasn't a happy one. "...No worries Ib" was all he said. Quickly after that, Garry stopped. I walked a few steps forward before realising he wasn't beside me and turned around to see him.
His face had turned quite pale and he was clutching his head.
"Garry...?" I said stepping a little closer. He made a dismissal wave. Then he yelped in pain and fell to his knees.
"Garry!" I shouted rushing to his side. He said nothing but held his hand in front of his face, staring in terror. The colour was fading. Like a painting would. Also it was like it was cracking. I stared at his hand absolutely dumbfounded.
"What... What is... Happening- My hand!" Garry stammered. I didn't reply because I was fearing the worst already. Garry was still the painting I had encountered before. I realised.
This game isn't over. This is only just the beginning.
