'ello everyone, I bring you the sequel to Dreaming Wide Awake. My first story under my new name...Woot. I am very sorry for the long wait. I plan on bringing this one out slowly through parts, most likely once a month. But I think short chapters is better then waiting for a long one.
Warning; Un-beted (kind of rusty but I do love criticism). Also any changes that I have done to Dreaming do not apply until latter parts
Disclaimer: Don't own Silent Hill.
'ello everyone, I bring you the sequel to Dreaming Wide Awake. My first story under my new name...Woot. I am very sorry for the long wait. I plan on bringing this one out slowly through parts, most likely once a month. But I think short chapters is better then waiting for a long one.
Warning; As of 6-17-12 edited by my Beta reader. Also any changes that I have done to Dreaming do not apply until latter parts
Disclaimer: Don't own Silent Hill.
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When Henry was five his world shattered,
Henry was a simple. His world consisting only of his family; his mother was the center of his world. Her gentle nature never pushed him, allowing the shy boy to pick his own adventures that rarely happened.
His brother, Walter, was his only friend. Walter was the only way that Henry was able to cope with living within a house of his father's dominance.
Henry did not know much about his mother's past nor did he have the mental capacity to understand it. He understood that she was married before, married to Walters father, who died shortly after Walters ninth birthday. Five years later Henry was born, causing the marriage between his parents.
At an early age, Henry understood that his father did not want children or did he particularly like them. He would refer to Henry as the 'accident' or the 'mistake' when he was angry.
Due to his father's quick temper, Henry learned to be seen and not heard. He understood the rules to keep his life calm and conflict free. He soon became a reclusive child who only spoke when someone addressed him.
The rules all but changed when his world shattered.
His simple life of a mother, father, and brother was lost when the news of his mother's death came to him.
"Walter," Henry whispered to his older brother, "when will mama come home?"
Walter grimaced at the question his brother asked him. He tried to keep his face passive to prevent any alarm to come to his brother. Walter watched his brother as Henry looked at the extended family with caution.
"Mom's in Heaven, with all the angels," Walter finally spoke, trying to choose his words simply so Henry would understand. "She is in a better place."
Henry mulled over his brothers words, not fully understand the true means of the words. He permitted out a small yawn to escape as he allowed himself to find a deeper meaning for his mother's absence.
"I think it is time for you to go bed," Walter spoke as he picked up his brother and walked up the rest of the stairs to put Henry to bed.
That night his dreams felt different to him.
He was alone in an unfamiliar playground. The only movement within the grounds was the equipment moving with the breeze.
Henry moved around the grounds in silent amazement. It was cleaner compared to the one close to his home. With chains connecting to all the swings and trash cans around every exit. Henry could not believe this was not real.
Stepping around the merry-go-round, Henry caught sight of movement at the edge of the lawn. Wary of what it could be Henry started to back away into the shadows.
"Hello?" Henry froze at the voice, the figure soon followed. It was a boy around his age.
"Hello?" the figure spoke again, coming closer.
Henry, with no other way of escape, willed himself awake. Within moments of his panic, Henry found himself in his room.
Confused and shaken up, he slowly crept out of his bed to his bookshelves. Reading until sunrise
Soon a new normal came to his life; restless nights of strange dreams followed by waiting for the sun to rise.
That was until the boy managed to befriend him.
"Henry," Alex whined. "You're late."
"Sorry," Henry apologized quietly, taking his usual place next to Alex on the edge of the sandbox.
"It's okay," Alex gave him a toothy grin.
Alex stood up suddenly with a cunning look on his face. He pulled on Henry's arm to motion him to stand up.
Henry followed willing, not caring where he was being dragged to. All that mattered was that he was looking at his new world.
