Homeless and alone, unsure if looking or not.

[chalkfriends]

It's not so bad, it isn't.
I have so many friends here, after all, I...

You wanted her to stay too, didn't you? But she didn't, she's gone.
I don't think I'll ever see her again, but that's... fine.

This is how I'm meant to be.

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[fiveredpetals]

... sis? What's wrong? And who is she?

[chalkfriends]

[ ....Ib. Slowly, despite the tears welling in her eyes, she attempts a smile. Why is she here, what is she asking and why ... ... "sis"? ]

... Hi, Ib.

[ They're the only words she can manage. She has so many questions, but she can't get any of them out around her tears. ]

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[fiveredpetals]

[What-? But big sis is always so full of energies and strong, why does she look so sad? ]

... Mary, tell me, what's wrong? Are you hurt?

[Have your 'little sister' trying to move closer and check your body for wounds or anything. Ib can't realy tell why but she feels like... thins culd easily go in a bad direction. And that's silly, she never ever had problems in her life.]

[chalkfriends]

[ She's definitely hurt. This Mary's been through the worst sorts of things and, unfortunately, isn't the "sis" Mary Ib is used to. Fortunately, she had wanted to be that Mary... ]

...You. I lost you, but you're here.

[ She doesn't move. She's trying to figure it out, why Ib is here especially after what she did. She couldn't forget the memory of what happened, she would never forget. ]

[fiveredpetals]

[Who dared to hurt her sister? WHO? And, of course, her answer confuses the little girl even more.]

What? But I'm here, we've always been together...

[Ib has no memories about the events inside the gallery, Gary is just... a painting she almost ignored]

L-listen, sis, I don't know who did this to you or why but we have to tell mom and dad... and we'll go to the hospital and everything will be fine, yes? [And she tries to smile]

[chalkfriends]

[ Always together? Mom and dad? Surely this was a dream, it couldn't be real. She manages to stop crying, but there's another emotion flooding into her. The gallery was all she knew, despite wanting more... ]

I'm... fine, I am. I'm really fine, don't worry...

[ Except she can't hide the smile that's forming, but it's not one of happiness... it's more a deviant sort of smile, a selfish smile, a smile that should be setting off every "something is wrong" alarm in Ib's head. ]

I'm fine when we're together.

[ ...And she wouldn't let anything tear them apart, not even Ib herself. ]