A note from the author: This story is told in first person from Lilium's perspective. This "fine piece of literature," if that is even plausable, is entirely fictional. I do not own Silent Hill, and it is owned by Konami. This story also does not occur before or after any of the games or the movie; it's nothing but a story about this horrid town and a woman who has no memory of her past. I surely do appreciate critisim and ask of you critics to read and review. (Everybody's a critic, whether you like it or not.) So get your reading glasses on and enjoy...unless you either don't need those or you already have them on...then just read and, hopefully, enjoy.

-Ozzy Dear!

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Prologue

Where am I again?

Lingering in this ever so vast dream-world had that enlightening blast of energy, running blunt through my veins like a mad taxi-driver not getting the two cents he deserved. I seemed to be floating, even though my feet were touching a rough sort of asphalt, leading me to nothingness. And when I say nothingness, I actually mean nothingness. A fence of illusions, glowing white as a freshly exposed skull, taunted and sneered at me like it had nothing better to do. You're trapped, you worhtless fool! You can't go anywhere, you damned sinner! Try to find your way out - I dare ya'. Go on. Do it! Make me laugh!

All those remarks...all those imaginary sounds...all seemed to rush through my head. I tried will all my might to just shake it all off. It made perfect sense for me to be hearing things. I was a drunkard - these things happened all the time!

Not as bad as this...No...I really need to stop drinking...but I could really use a strong whiskey or something. Yeah - whiskey sounds good. This is all a dream..I can always make a pub or something appear, considering it is my mind.

An echoing chuckle errupted from my throat, rumbling through the empty white setting. My arms crossed tightly across my chest while my chin tilted up and as my eyes strained to let me focus on a small portion of the blank area to create just what I needed in order to function properly. That chuckle soon morphed to an uproar of mad laughter, knowing all would vanish away pretty soon and I'll be as drunk as a sailor. I could see faint lines processing ever so thin, probably a corner of my dream bar.

Soon, I'll wake up with a hangover...Oh Jesus Christ, a hangover. Do I have any asprin with me? Yeah, that'll be just fine. And maybe some vegetable juice or apple juice. Yeah, that'll work just fine. Oh, what am I saying? There's nothing good with a head splitting headache and that feeling where your stomach is going to ascend up your throat and drain out of your mouth.

The Devil and God were tearing me apart within my sack of skin and bones. They lashed out on each other, ripping at my organs and sinking their razor-sharp teeth into my muscles. At any moment, those parisites could easily bust out of their shelter and kill me, and then fight over me to drag me to either Heaven or Hell. Well, maybe I deserved Hell..

Moist bubbles formed at the waterline of my eyes, soon to downpour and take a stroll down my cheeks. Was this really how I was? Although my epiphany happened every time I craved those bitter drinks, this seemed to be as if my pathetic insides wanted me to just wither away and laugh at me crawling around, begging for a drink that would just wash away the stress for merely a night.

That's what you do anyways. Selling yourself just to get your fix. How pathetic.

My hazel eyes couldn't stand the moisture any longer. They let the tears worm along down the path, all the way to my chin, and then the earth below. Usually when tears hit the ground, you hear the contact between the two as the silence continued it's racket. But there was no plop. Nothing. Out of my hysterical curiousity, my wet eyes casted downwards just for a peek...

Outgrown toe nails, cracked and khaki, extended with a curl downwards. Bones poked out here and there, probably sick of being crammed inside of a small stretch of skin and muscle before their feelings were cheered with their hopes and dreams. The little skin left was either a flimsy flap that hung helplessly for dear life after a bone interrupted its peaceful enviroment, or it was a rotton patch, splattered and incrimsoned with what I hoped was strawberry jelly...

Oh my God! What the hell? What's wrong with my feet? Oh God!

And then it happened; the pain. Something struck me right in the back, slicing through me so easily, ignoring all my howls of agony. As if it wasn't enough, the mystery object used to run through me decided to restart, only slower and closer to the small lump to which was the start of my neck. The sensation of a cool and thick liquid trickling and tracing my figure was poison; a partner in crime with the stabbing. It numbed me to ice, causing me to collapse to the non-existant ground head first. The snap of my nose could be heard from miles away, but, alas, no one was kind enough to appear and help me from becoming a heap of dead meat.

But there was one person: my daughter.

"Cicely! Please help me!"

She did nothing. She only stood with a tiny hunch she was born with, gazing emotionless to me. Her platnium hair beamed, but she was ever so dull. Previously, her brightly lit forest eyes erupted smiles, but now...now it was obscure.

"I-I'm dying! Help me!"

No reaction; only a tilt of her head was motioned, but not even a cringe or twitch in her face took place. Nothing. She was as bland as the setting, and as empty as it, too. Moments before, there was laughter and cheer and merry. It made no sense that all would blink away to nonexistance. But, out of all the still motion, her long legs dressed in indigo jeans made their way in my direction.

She's coming to save me! I'm gonna live! I'm going to survive! Oh God, thank you! Thank you! I'm so blessed to be saved from-

My thoughts were interupted by shock. My own daughter simply crouched down, looked me straight in the eye with hers, all bloodshot and tainted, and muttered all monotone-like, "I'll be in Silent Hill while you die. You'll be in for a treat; you'll remember everything once you find me...In Silent Hill."