Here's Saving the Blue Rose! The other OCs mean nothing to the story. Maybe Charm does. Words that are bold and italic and memories. Italics are dreams and thoughts. Also, Lilly isn't immortal anymore. I seriously hated that part.

5 Years Later – Narrator

An eerie giggle resounded around the room.

"W-Who's there?" I asked.

"You don't remember me?" said a girl emerging from the shadows. She had long, silky, blond hair and baby blue eyes. Her skin was cream-colored and smooth. She wore an old-fashioned green dress with a blue scarf.

"N-no, I don't. What are doing in my dreams again?"

"Do you mean your nightmares? I'm just finishing the task I planned to do." As soon as she said that, the girl revealed a palette knife. She lunged at me and… RING, RING!

A girl groaned. The same nightmare came again and it was becoming more frequent. She shut off her alarm clock and got out of bed. She shuffled to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, fifteen times on each side. She splashed some water on her face and looked in the mirror. A girl looked back.

She had long, wavy, black hair and almond-shaped green eyes. Her skin was snow-white and her cheeks were rosy. Her lips were full and blood red and her ears were slightly pointed. She smiled showing straight, white teeth.

The girl grabbed a violet brush and combed her hair. She walked out of the bathroom and opened up her white closet. She chose a simple blue dress that went to her knees and a black jacket to go over it. She got out of her light blue pajamas and changed into the dress. She picked up black, knee-high boots and put them on. The girl walked to her night stand and picked up a withered stem of a flower out of a robin egg blue vase and put it in her pocket. Next to the vase, was a white lighter with a blue lily design on it and a blue L. The girl picked that up and put it in her pocket too. The girl walked out of her room and slid down the railing.

"That wasn't very safe, Lilly," a woman said. She had straight black hair and the ends were dyed red. She had soft brown eyes and pale skin. She wore ruby lipstick and had a red blouse with a black pencil skirt on. She had black heels on and red stud earrings.

"I do it every day, Charm," Lilly said.

"Still, you could get hurt," Charm with a concerned look.

Lilly sighed and said, "Fine, I will try not to do it."

"Thank you."

"You know, you act more like how I would imagine a mother would be like than a twenty-five year old woman," Lilly said as she made toast.

"Well, I've been watching you most of my life. I'm pretty sure I was more responsible than you at the age of seventeen."

"Again, thanks for taking me in. Ah, my toast is burnt!"

"You could always make a new one."

"But, I've got to go to school soon."

"Oh, you have that field trip to the art museum today."

"I know, don't remind me."

"Don't you want to go there?"

"Not really. I've been there before."

"Well, off you go!"

Lilly started walking to the door. But before she went through, she stopped by the window where a large variety of lilies grew. She plucked a blue one out of its vase and put it in her hair. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the bus stop. She arrived just in time.

"Jeez, Lilly, you keep on getting later each day," said a boy. He had black hair that was swept to the side and black eyes. He had a black jacket over a red shirt and black jeans. He wore black and white sneakers.

"Hey at least I wasn't five hours late to school, Drake," Lilly said as they got on the bus.

"I had an appointment."

"Ha, more like you had an appointment with Dreamland."

"Whatever you believe. I don't mind that you're late. It wasn't cold this morning so I didn't have to warm my hands around your lighter. Does Charm even know that you have a lighter?"

"I don't know. I never really told her about having one with her being very over protective and stuff. She still makes me go to her house three times a week."

"Well, I expect that you are going to have to deal with this most of your life."

Lilly sighed and said, "I guess I'm never going to actually use my apartment. What a waste."

"We need to give her a boyfriend."

"As if she wants one.

The two finally made it to school and went to their class. Their teacher, Mrs. Debone, was doing roll call.

"Alice?"

"Here!"

"Brittany?"

"Here!"

"Lilly?"

"Present!"

Lilly walked over to her other two friends. "Hi, Alice. Hi, Rose."

Alice had short, dyed, orange hair (her original hair color was blond) and blue eyes covered by black frame glasses. She wore a purple and blue shirt with a black skirt and black flats. She was reading Alice in Wonderland for the billionth time.

Rose had long, straight, brown hair and cold blue eyes. She wore a black jacket over a forest green shirt. She had navy blue jeans and gray converse. She was sitting on the desk and playing a video game.

"Again with Alice in Wonderland?" Lilly asked.

"It is a very good book," Alice defended.

"Whatever you say. We have to get on the bus."

The four piled on the bus and ignored what the teacher was saying.

"How much are you willing to bet no one is listening to Mrs. Debone?" Drake asked Lilly.

"I'm pretty sure no one is."

Lilly opened up her science textbook and started reading. She stooped when a high-pitched voice called out to her.

"Well, well, look who it is, Nerd and Freak," said a girl. She had long, wavy, blond hair tied up in a pony-tail. She had baby blue eyes and a ton of pink make-up. She wore a pink tank-top and a white miniskirt. She had five-inch white heels and a lot of gold jewelry.

"Hello, Brittany. I heard you just came back from clown school," Lilly said calmly.

"Whatever, you're such nerd. All you do is read."

"So? There is nothing wrong with reading. Just because you read a lot, it doesn't mean you're a nerd. Also, I think you should read more. Remember, Friday's D?"

"Ugh, it's no point talking to you people."

"Okay, then go."

"I will."

"You haven't left yet."

"Ugh," Brittany said and sat back down.

"I'm sorry but I don't speak Caveman!" Lilly yelled.

"You're so immature," Drake said.

"Yes, yes I am."

Lilly

The bus stopped at the museum. It was not that bad-looking and banisters waved in the wind. Today, the sun was hidden by a few clouds that looked liked marshmallows and the flowers were in bloom. A few birds flew over and some bees were pollinating some flowers.

Everyone piled into the museum and Mrs. Debone shouted, "Since we don't want anyone getting lost, everyone would have a partner."

I got partnered with Drake and we set off.

"Hey Lilly, you don't mind if we go ahead do you? I mean, you've been here before," Drake asked.

"I don't mind."

"Great!" Drake rushed off. I decided to take my time.

I walked around and saw a painting called the 'Lady in Red' and immediately back away. I got a strange feeling of running away and it was red. Ever since I was twelve, I didn't like red. It's weird. I saw a painting called 'Juggler' and was happy. I saw 'Death of an Individual' and wanted to run away again. Separation made me feel like the lights were going to shut off. Even though the paintings made me feel weird, I still liked it. This lasted until I saw 'Forgotten Portrait.'

The painting showed a man wearing a light, olive tank with brown khakis. His hair was lavender and had a couple darker streaks near the top. His skin was smooth and pale. He wore a frayed, dark blue jacket and in his hand he lightly clenched a wilting blue rose. His posture suggested that he was slouched against something, like a wall. He had thick black eye lashes and his eyes were closed, hiding his irises. He was sleeping and it seemed like he was having a bad dream or was sad because he had a small frown. He was surrounded by big blue rose and looked real.

I reached out and stroked the gold frame of the painting. I kept on staring at the man and felt like I was missing a something very important. Suddenly my head pounded. I clutched my head and fell to the floor.

I was in the room with the man from the 'Forgotten Portrait'.

"What language was that?" he asked me.

"Persian," I replied.

"Cool. What were you trying to say to Ib?"

I cocked my head to the side, and said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you were trying to tell her something."

I chuckled, and said, "My, my, you're a smart one, aren't 'cha? I was just trying to tell her that she was a lucky one. She has loving parents." I then mumbled, "Unlike me."

"What do you mean you're parents don't love you?"

"First of all, its parent, not parents. My mum died a minute after I was born and my dad hated me after her death. He blamed everything that went wrong on me. He never defended me, never shielded me from harm. When the other kids teased me he turned his back on me and walked away. But that's the past; we're supposed to be worried about now. I'm going to push that bookcase in front of the window," I said. I got up and walked away.

The image faded from my mind. I stood up and looked at the 'Forgotten Portrait'. I felt something wet trickle down my face and went to touch it.

Tears… Why am I crying? Who is this man?

"Lilly…" I heard something say.

I whipped my head around looking for the owner of the voice.

"W-who's there?"

Suddenly the lights flickered on and off. I realized that I was alone.

I walked around until I saw a painting called the 'Fabricated World'. The lights flickered again and completely shut off. There was blue paint dripping out of the painting. It formed words and said: 'WELCOME BACK LILLY'.

"Welcome back… Have I been here before?" I muttered to myself.

I walked around and saw blue footsteps. I followed hem and lead up to a painting called, 'Abyss of the Deep'. It showed an angler fish that was merrily swimming around in the water. The footprints lead into the water. My head started pounding again and another image flashed through my mind.

I walked up to the water. I looked at my reflection for a bit and saw that my outfit has changed. I then jumped into the water.

The images stopped and I looked at the water. The fish splashed here and there and did not seem dangerous. So, I decided to follow the vision.

I walked forward and fell into the painting.

That was a pretty good chapter, I think. You have no idea how many times I rewrote this. Possible update on Wednesday. Also, do you guys want romance between Garry and Lilly?