Saving Garry

Bright Things Fade

It's another memory. It seems to be a continuation of the previous one. I see my younger self and young Garry. Garry is chasing after her.

"(Y/N)! What do you mean?!" Garry called out to my younger self. I kept asking myself why I did it. I wanted the same answers as the boy. "It's because of me isn't it??? It's because I was too annoying?"

"It isn't your fault!" my younger self replied as she slowed her steps, "I like you Garry. You are one of the nicest friends I've had. I wanted to eat more ice cream with you and play on swing sets and even more! But things started to happen. I have to leave you Garry."

"But why?? What's been happening?!"both Garry and I asked.

"It's not you— I just... please leave me alone Garry." She began to run again.

The scene faded to darkness. A voice whispered to me, "those were the last kind words I heard from you." I was shoved outside of the door after hearing those words. It stung my heart to hear them but I had no idea why.

After contemplating about my experience, I go to the door with the second lightest shade. I saw the scene from before, but there was less blue. The scene had become more gray.

The two young children ended up at a museum. It was like the museum Ib, Mary, and I were at earlier, except the floors were wooden, the walls were brown, and it was empty.

"Garry stop following me...!" The girl cried out.

"Never! I love you (Y/N)! I want to stay with you and protect you."

"Leave me alone..."

"No!"

"Go away Garry!!!"

The girl backed up into a painting while the boy inched closer. The girl fell back into the painting, as if it were some portal. The boy tried to leap after her but failed. The scene abruptly changed into the room with the doors.

As if it were instinct I open the last door, the darkest one. I was expecting another memory, but instead got a poem.

"After you fell down
I stood
I had a frown
For the first time
Your name
Was erased from my mind."

The poem was hard to understand. I didn't get any of it. Until I saw a mirror in front of me. I saw a larger version of the little girl, of the younger me. It wasn't a full reflection though, it looked more like it was made of oil.

I then made a realization. This was me. This was the me that all the museum attendants saw. I was a painting to them.

Garry appeared out of nowhere and looked at me. He saw my face become flooded with tears.

I now remember why I left.
I remember what happened.
I remember all the loneliness.

Then I remember meeting Garry in the world.
He filled me with happiness.
Human interaction after talking with paintings and statues for a long time.

It was complete happiness.

What was I supposed to feel right now though?

"Do you remember now?" Garry asked.

"Yes. I remember you, but what happened when I left?"

"No one remembered you. I couldn't find any trace of you except for the charm." He smiles as he revealed a small blue rose charm from his hand. "This was the only thing I had left. Even after I forgot your name, I remembered that my "childhood wife" was in this charm. If I found her who knew what would happen." He paces around me, and then sighs. "What happened to you though?"

"Its all faint. I only remember being chased by statues and doll creatures. Then meeting you, again."

"I guess fate had a future for us to get to, no? A future with you an I." He gently held my hands and gazed at me. I looked the other way though.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I shake off his hands, "you murdered Ib and Mary. You took their lives!!" I had just realized that those hands, are the hands of a murderer. "You are the controller of this maze, this hell hole. You know what happens in and out. You happily murdered the only other people I knew on the surface!!!" Garry looked shocked at me while I continued to yell. Noting was going to calm me down.

"Do you want to see them again? They are safe."

"Please show me Ib and Mary."

In the darkness of the room, light flickered. Television screens showed the two girls playing in their respective rooms. Mary was in a room with a couch, table and windows. She was sitting there, drawing a picture of a house with purple flowers, and green grass. Ib sat in a room filled with bunnies. She gladly played amongst them and read children's books to them.

"How are they okay??" I was confused, "I saw Mary go crazy and Ib die??"

"Those were merely part of your imagination," Garry put it simply.

"Why would you put those images in my head??? Are you even yourself anymore??!"

After saying those few words, I realized what was happening.