Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert pt. 1)

       You turned your head to the right, slowly waking up. You hestitantly opened your eyes, only to be met by a dim cieling light, though it still burned your tired eyes. You slowly sat up and put your hand to your forehead. "Gahh . . . " You groaned in a low, tired tone. What the heck happened?

    Where were you? What were you doing? What had happened to you?

 These thoughts were snapped out of your mind when you heard a loud "bang!" and hissing. You turned around to see what it was, but didn't fully turn, instead in a position that your back protested against. What you saw, crawling towards you, earned a terrified shriek of horror. And not a stupid cliche horror movie scream, this was a REAL terrified scream.

It was a woman. A woman with the lower half of her body hidden in a painting.

  She was coming out of the painting.

She wore a green dress, by the looks of it. Her shoulder-length brown hair slightly covered her beautiful emerald green eyes. But despite being beautiful, they glowed with insanity. They were disturbing. Mad. Dead.  Her short fingernails clawed at the fancy red carpet beneath her, trying to get a farther distance. And it worked, as you were light and being pulled towards her with the carpet. "GET AWAY!" you screamed, snapping your head back the other way, stumbling onto your feat, almost falling face-first.

    You ran and ran, until the hissing started to fade away. You stopped at a corner, trying to figure out what had just happened.

    "So . . . a woman coming out of a painting . . . DAFUQ?!" You whispered-screamed to yourself, not wanting to attract more attention. You turned to get up, but ended up knocking into something short, tipping you back a bit. Gravity is a bitch.

   Thinking it was another one of the woman in the paintings, you turned around in fear. But when you didn't hear the famous hissing sound, you turned back around to see a little girl sitting on the floor, looking up at you in confusion. You made a surprised, yet happy face and held out your hand to help her up. "Sorry! I . . . I thought you were one of those women . . . f-from the paintings . . ." You knew for sure she would have found you insane already.
   "It's fine." She said simply. Well . . . that turned out a tiny bit better than you had expected. :I

   She had pretty long dark brown hair and beautiful, bright red eyes that showed barely any emotion. She looked about the age of 9. 9 years old? She looked so calm . . . Well then, that shows that the theory of you being a wuss might just be proven true today.

   "My name's _______. What's yours?" You held out your hand to shake. Well, it's good to know that you aren't the only one here that is . . . Human.

   "Ib." she said, just staring at your hand. You pulled your hand back and smiled, ignoring the fact she didn't take it. Ib. Quite a pretty name, though it sounded odd. It sounded like Eve.                                                                                                                  

   "So . . . The last thing I remember is an art gallery . . . . . I think. What about you?" You asked, confused.

"Same."