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Silent Hill: Detached Memories

Chapter One Welcome to Silent Hill

The drive was monotonous, the road seemed never-ending. Amy knew that it was because it was late, she was tired and had been driving non-stop since leaving her parent's house but still it felt like she'd driven into a twilight world of eternal road that she could never get off. She really should have pulled into a motel for the night but she'd just wanted to get home.

Home. The modest two-bedroom house didn't feel much like a home anymore but it was all that she had left since the divorce. In reality, it was now just a hollow shell but she couldn't seem to bring herself to sell up like her father had so frequently advised. She'd been so happy there and even though that happiness was now nothing but vacant memories of what had been, it had been a home. It had been filled by a family. Now it was all gone. But if bricks, memories and mortar were all that remained, she would cling to them. She wasn't prepared to let them go yet.

Amy rolled her neck, tiredness making it stiff. Damn, why hadn't she just pulled into the last motel that she passed. Driving like this was foolish really. It had to make her wonder if she wasn't asking for trouble. Suicidal tendencies, as her doctor might say before increasing the dosage of her anti-depressants back up to catatonia levels. She wouldn't be up for driving through the night on those babies. Made it tempting to wrap the car around a tree to make it a reality. What's the worst that could happen when sometimes she still felt like dying wouldn't be so bad. At least she wouldn't be alone anymore.

Jesus Christ, you're maudlin tonight, she thought. If they could all hear you know, it'd be back to the hospital for sure.

Amy lifted a hand off the steering wheel to rub her eyes. A mistake as in that small moment of distraction, something stepped out into the road ahead. She saw it just in time to jerk the steering wheel to one side, the car veering violently to the left, the tail end rushing around to meet the front. Amy tried to correct the movement but either she was too slow or the car was going too fast and she span, losing control. Her foot slammed onto the brake, tires screeching as she came to a sliding stop at the side of the road, facing the direction from which she'd come.

She sat in the driver's seat, taking a few moments to compose herself as adrenaline slammed through her veins. Then she wound down the window and poked her head out, searching the darkness for the thing that made her crash but seeing nothing. It had looked like a person but the lane and surrounding area was empty. What would a random person be doing out in the middle of nowhere anyway? Either they'd fled into the surrounding trees or she was losing it all over again.

Would you be all that surprised? A minute ago, you were thinking about deliberately crashing…

Drawing back inside the car, she shook her head. The next turn off, she was stopping. No more internal debating. Some sleep would clear her head at least enough to get home in one piece. Then… Well, then she could just do whatever the hell she felt like and right then, a bottle of vodka wasn't looking so bad. It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

Amy reached down to turn the key lodged in the ignition. It turned, clicked, the engine sputtered but didn't start. Frowning, she tried again. Still nothing. It confused the hell out of her as she hadn't hit anything. There was no logical reason for the car to have died but it seemed to have decided not to play.

She reached down to the floor on the passenger side for her bag, reaching in and pulling out her cell, intending to call for breakdown assistance. With a flick of the wrist she flipped it open. The screen flickered but then it died. She frowned and pushed to power button on the side in. Nothing happened. The bars on the battery had been full. It shouldn't have died either…

Amy tossed the useless cell back into her bag with a curse, opening up the glovebox and pulling out the folded up map inside. Without the benefit of the interior light, she wasn't going to be able to read it so she opened the car door and climbed out. Reaching back in, she grabbed her back and slipped the long strap over her neck so that it sat at her hip, then locked the door, seeing as though she wouldn't be driving the damn thing. From the truck she retrieved a flashlight. If she was going to have to go searching for assistance, she might as well be able to see where she was going.

It didn't take long for her to establish where she should be on the map and was relieved to discover that she wasn't that far from the nearest town. While the thought of trudging through the dark with just a flashlight wasn't a pleasant one, she knew she had no choice if she wanted to make it home without starving to death on a deserted stretch of road in the middle of Hicksville. To town she would walk.

The road seemed even longer on foot. Darker and more desolate. Amy's mind began to wander to the not so pleasant things again. There was no more car to wrap around a tree but that rustle of leaves to the left could easily be a wild beast, stalking and waiting to pounce and tear out her throat. A bright beam of headlights could easily emerge from the oncoming darkness, a monstrous truck barrelling down the road and not seeing her until she ricocheted unforgivingly off its fender and ended up as roadkill. Amy again realised that wasn't even all that bothered if it did.

Pausing on the road, she reached into her bag, her hand curling around the medicine bottle that, since that day two years earlier, she forever had with her. She drew it out and opened the cap, shaking out two tablets into the middle of her palm, then popping the cap back on. She had a small bottle of water, which she drew out next, taking a sip to swallow the pills down without wincing. They weren't those wonderful super strength anti-depressants anymore but were strong enough to take the edge off. Two years and she was still popping them like candy. Sometimes she thought it was no wonder that he'd left her.

Shaking away that thought, Amy continued to walk down the road, holding the flashlight out in front of her. The beam stretched out ahead, only revealing more road. Surely she must have been almost there. It seemed she'd been walking for hours but it couldn't have been that long. She'd have been there and back in that amount of time. She was actually beginning to think that she had somehow passed it when the flashlight picked out a large side at the side of the road. Amy drew the beam over the sign, illuminating the words.

"Welcome to Silent Hill."