"No! Ib, please stop!"
Ib ignored her.
Her sister let loose a silent scream.

Ib opened her eyes. She collapsed to the ground. The gallery was toying with her again. She saw Mary burning whenever she closed her eyes, and thought of Garry whenever they were open.

She teared up, sobbing silently on the ground. She got up. She used Garry's lighter to shine through Mary's home.

"Ib... I don't want to lie to you... But I don't want to tell the truth either..."

Ib shut her eyes.

It's a book labeled "How to Make Friends."

She opened them.

"HE LOVES ME!"

She collapsed, raising her hands to her head to try to block out the memories. And shut her eyes.

She burned the painting. Mary's eyes were full of hurt-

Opened.

"Garry?! Garry?! Wake up! It's not good to sleep here!"

She couldn't take it anymore. She was lost and tormented. She slumped against a wall as she saw three headless statues had managed to surround her, and she saw a giant doll peeking from the hallway by the flame of her lighter. Its normal sized brethren started waddling toward her, and Mistake walked over to seize her rose, which was currently at full health.

She stood up. And closed her eyes. No memories. She turned off the lighter as she opened them and cast it aside.

Ib was at a party, filled with bunny plushes. Her best friend was there, standing next to her parents, and so were her brother and sister, Garry and Mary.

When her siblings took her hand, it stung- but she didn't mind.

When she played with the rabbits, it shocked- but she didn't mind.

When her friend danced with her, it hurt- but she didn't mind.

When her parents brought her home to sleep, it burned- but she didn't mind.

When her mom kissed on the cheek goodnight, she died-

But she didn't mind.