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paradisa2012-06-16 10:39 pm
thehangedrose) wrote in paradisa2012-06-16 10:39 pm
one painting burned
[Open the journal, and you might hear the slight mumble of somebody talking to himself under his breath.]
Okay, so right now, I need to go get eggs, and milk, and ooh, stop by the laundromat for the handkerchief, and-
[There's an abrupt pause.]
Wait. This isn't...
[Garry looks around, realizing that this is not the place he was in before. No, this isn't the outside of an art gallery. This is a lobby of some building he's never been before. Huh.]
I'm...just going to leave now. Yes. [There's the sound of stamping as Garry wanders over to the door of the lobby.] See, there are doors, I can just go and lea-
[CREAAKKK. The doors opens, and that is definitely the outside. But not any outside he knows.]
...What. Why is-what's going on? And what keeps poking me in my coat...?
[A few ruffling noises, and then suddenly, whatever Garry has discovered in his coat sends him into a state of agitated hyperventilation.]
No. No no no no NO NO NO. Th-this...this can't be happening. This is all just some sort of mental kickback to what happened before, a-and...why do I have this? I shouldn't have this...
I'm finally going crazy, right? That's it...that explains everything. Good for you, Garry, you're insane. I knew that place would do horrible things to my mental health...
[A long pause, before he adds, quietly:]
At least I haven't seen any dolls yet...
Okay, so right now, I need to go get eggs, and milk, and ooh, stop by the laundromat for the handkerchief, and-
[There's an abrupt pause.]
Wait. This isn't...
[Garry looks around, realizing that this is not the place he was in before. No, this isn't the outside of an art gallery. This is a lobby of some building he's never been before. Huh.]
I'm...just going to leave now. Yes. [There's the sound of stamping as Garry wanders over to the door of the lobby.] See, there are doors, I can just go and lea-
[CREAAKKK. The doors opens, and that is definitely the outside. But not any outside he knows.]
...What. Why is-what's going on? And what keeps poking me in my coat...?
[A few ruffling noises, and then suddenly, whatever Garry has discovered in his coat sends him into a state of agitated hyperventilation.]
No. No no no no NO NO NO. Th-this...this can't be happening. This is all just some sort of mental kickback to what happened before, a-and...why do I have this? I shouldn't have this...
I'm finally going crazy, right? That's it...that explains everything. Good for you, Garry, you're insane. I knew that place would do horrible things to my mental health...
[A long pause, before he adds, quietly:]
At least I haven't seen any dolls yet...
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[AHA AHA AHA]
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[That wasn't a very cheerful laugh there, Garry.]
But, I am being serious. I don't want people to take advantage of it.