Nothing but a Painting (Ib Fanfic)

Reminders

~2~

I hate art museums.

Our class is going on a field trip to the local art museum. If its local, why can't we go ourselves? It's plenty nearby, and families could afford it. Whatever. Fact is I'm being forced to go. I tried my best to have them leave me at school. I even would put up with extra homework... If I knew what I was doing.

It would be helpful if I could remember any of it.

I have a crazy case of amnesia. I remember one day at a time. By the next dawn, I won't remember even thinking these thoughts, or going to the museum. All I'll know is that I went there, only because people will be talking about it. The saying 'A new day, a new dawn' really adds up to my situation. Every day is completely new- when I get up in the morning, it feels like I'm walking, talking, eating for the first time. I stumble on my words. I constantly trip. I choke on my food a lot. It's like every day is a new life that dies at the end of the 24 hour cycle. It's hard to get up in the morning not knowing what your own name is. *sigh*... It's complicated.

When we arrive, everyone is herded off to the entrance. A lady in a uniform, probably a guide, talks to us as explains rules. We're then reminded that we're representing our school, to be on our best behavior. Whatever. It's not like anyone's going to listen. We're given name tags and are told to write our first and last name and what group we're in.

Hmm... what is my name? Maybe if I keep this name tag them ill remember. I decide this is a good time to pick an official name. Lets see... !

"Lorelei..." I mumble under my breath. I write my new name on the tag and stick it on my dress. The guide lady gestures us towards a giant statue. I have no interest in what she has to say. Instead, I slip off to the Paintings section.

Painting. I look at each one. It sickens me. It makes me sad. It makes me angry. It makes me want to kill. It makes me want to die.

But if I die I have to go back there.

I don't want that.

I stop torturing myself and pull my eyes away from the art. Instead, I look around.

Nothing.

It's exactly what it sounds like. There was no one there. My class isn't here. Even the receptionist is gone. I wander the museum. I didn't really care that everyone had up and disappeared. This place just gives me the creeps-

*SCREEEEeeeAAAaaHHHMMM!*

What?!

No one's here to scream.

"Do you mind... if I take some of this paint? It's so red and pretty..."

That's my voice!

I suddenly notice a weight in my pocket. I pull out a small bottle filled with a red liquid. Dark, red... paint? It's too thin to be paint. No, wait...

Blood.

I open the bottle and pour a little into my hand. It's definitely blood. "Ah!" The bottle slips out of my hand and spills the blood onto my dress, shattering on the floor. I put my fingers in the pool on the floor and pull them back. I turn around. The painting that was previously there is gone, a blank canvas in its place. I put my bloodied fingers up to the canvas and begin to create a picture that is already set inside a magnificent frame. Therefore, the painting must be just as magnificent as well. After a while a pull myself back from the canvas and stare at it. I've made an insane girl with a snapped in half paintbrush. I'm not quite sure how. I just did.

VANDALISM

YOU WILL PAY

FAKE HEART

PAINT

GO BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG

These words are splat all across the hall.

What?

Where I belong...?