Cold, the window was cold… like death. Jean was pressing her hand against the window for a good half-hour now, just staring out at the rain and the mist. She hated every second of it, but something compelled her to keep looking, as if waiting for some shred of light and hope to pierce the cold haze. Why was she still alive? Was there some purpose she didn't understand? Her hand began to burn from the cold window, and she removed it and tore her eyes from the outside. The room was white and sterile, the lights were blinding and she had to squint her brown eyes against them. She returned to her bed in the corner of the room and sat huddled against the wall.
"Why? Why is this happening?" She thought with tears running down her pale cheeks.
A slit in the door opened and a pair of eyes stared at her. "Are you ready to talk Jean?" The voice asked in a low tone.
She just stared at the set of blue eyes while rubbing the tears from her face. She didn't want to talk about it. They already thought she was crazy, telling her story would just seal the deal. She turned her head toward the wall and let her chin length black hair and hide her face from the view of the doctor. She heard the lock click and the door scrape the floor as it opened. The doctor walked into the room examining a clipboard and adjusting her glasses that were placed on her nose. Jean turned her head slightly and looked at her. She was fairly tall, about 5'10" and her brown hair was shoulder length. But the thing that intrigued Jean the most was the way she smiled at her when she noticed she was staring at her. Jean quickly turned her gaze back toward the wall.
"It's alright Jean, I want you to look at me and to talk to me." The Doctor said.
"I don't want to talk…" Jean whispered biting her lip.
The doctor paused a moment and then looked back down at her clipboard.
"So, I see you're 16, good health… oh! You're from Silent Hill Jean? Nice little town."
Jean turned her head and just stared at the doctor. The doctor took a small step back when she saw the evil glare she was being shot.
"WAS…a nice town…" Jean said coldly, "and it is just a nightmare now."
"What do you mean?" The doctor asked.
"Listen doctor…" Jean looked at her ID tag, "Ashcroft… I don't know what you've heard but it's not there anymore."
"What are you talking about? It's still there…" Dr. Ashcroft paused, "We think."
Jean stared at her in disbelief. It was still there? The nightmare wasn't over then. But, why did she "think" it was still there.
"What did you mean by you 'think' it's still there?"
"Well…the town is still covered by a blanket of thick fog. And the police from surrounding towns are afraid to enter it," Dr. Ashcroft said removing her glasses, "The reason being that the other police that entered it before hand still haven't come back yet."
Jean closed her eyes and the memories of that town came flooding back all at once. Images of marred walls, pools of blood, corpses, the screams…and the demons. Jean held her head and screamed.
"Jean!? Are you alright? Say something Jean!" Dr. Ashcroft pleaded.
"THEIR DEAD! THEIR ALL DEAD!" Jean shouted back, tears falling to the bed.
"What do you mean by that? How can they be dead?"
Jean faced the wall again and sobbed loudly. How could she explain what had happened to her? She knew what most likely happened. It was one of two things… if not, both. If they had entered the town, they were either killed by the demons. Or, if they passed them and managed to live longer than a couple of hours or even a day or two… then it would have found them. Skinned them alive and drained their blood. Then cast their corpse onto the ground or hang it on a fence, and let it rot or let the demons dismember it and consume it.
"I just know…" Jean whispered.
"How do you know?" Dr. Ashcroft asked sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Because… I saw everything that happened." Jean said turning to Ashcroft with red eyes.
"Tell me please."
"You just think I'm more crazy than I already am. There's no point in telling you anything."
"At this point, I might believe anything. Considering we don't know what the hell is going on in that place." Ashcroft said rubbing her nose with her thumb and index finger.
Jean snickered at her comment. Hell. Yeah, that's what was happening in that town. Everyone always uses the phrase "hell on earth", well, hell is here. And it looks like it's not going to leave.
"Fine… I'll tell you. I'll tell you every horrible minute of what I experienced, every sensation and emotion I felt, and every single site I saw." Jean said hanging her feet off the edge of the bed.
"Fair enough." Ashcroft said putting her clipboard down.