~5~
I walk through the gallery alone, wandering the halls with no feeling of purpose. I feel scared, sad and angry. Mary. Who is she? I remember her from somewhere, but it's not coming to my mind. She obviously remembers me, too. I pass one of the paintings that attacked us when I was with the others. It remains still, like I'm nothing at all, or someone who could be called a friend. I continue to think about what Mary said.
"But you obviously don't remember, but I do. You just gotta try reeaaal hard."
She also mentioned something about why I couldn't remember day by day. Something's up, though. I'm pretty sure I've been in here for more than 24 hours and I remember coming to the gallery with my class, writing my name, meeting the woman in blue, ad joining Ib and Garry. Suddenly, I stop, something popping up in my mind.
"No," I whisper. An image flashes through my head. It's only for a split second, but it reappears and disappears, over and over again, getting faster. The image eventually flickers so fast I can see what is happening. "I... remember," I whisper to myself. I need to find Garry and Ib, to tell them. I run, extremely fast. I make it back to the room where we were resting.
They're gone.
But they couldn't have gotten far.
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Nothing but a Painting (Ib Fanfic)
RandomIt's not easy when you can't remember anything... ~The characters of Ib and other of the game elements belong to the rightful owner of Ib.~ When a young girl knowing nothing about her past goes on a field trip with her school, she finds some very un...
