Psychobabble: Prologue
AN:/ Okay this is a new on for me. Silent Hill. Now I'm going to attempt this because it's important to me to get out of my comfort zone and try something I know little about, and this is also dedicated to my best friend, Lynn because she just wouldn't give up on teaching me about Silent Hill. So I hope you like it, and just to warn you this is an OC story but she is not a Mary-sue so please don't leave comments like that. I know she's not a Mary-sue because there are major flaws in her character and 2 out of 6 friends don't care for her (They prefer Mary-sues, don't ask me why) Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. Also vote in my poll if you've read any of my other stories, please.
It started with a nightmare, a dark room with walls covered in blood. My head was spinning and I wasn't alone. As I sat up the ache in my eye grew worse, and I felt someone kneel down next to me. It was a boy roughly my age maybe a little older, but not much. He asked me my name I didn't answer, He asked if I spoke English and I nodded.
When the room settled into it's rightful place and the pain eased a bit, I looked up at him. He had a strong jaw, cuts on his cheeks and forehead, blue eyes and brown hair, and an athletic build. He told he his name was William and asked me if I new where I was. I told him I didn't know, and he sighed. He told me that this place was called Silent Hill and to stick with him from now on.
At the end of my nightmare I made it out alive though William's sacrifice. I made it back home with the help of some police officers. It wasn't a dream. I'd been gone for two weeks, my mother said I had slept walked out of the house and they couldn't find me, but when I told them the story the thought I was insane. Of course who would believe that I woke up in a place called Silent Hill that was filled with monsters (and everyone in town apparently new that Silent Hill was "abandoned").
I was put in an asylum for a few years trying to "cope" with the "delusions" I was suffering. I have one thing to say to you DELUSIONS! MY! ASS! I was stuck there for three months with sketches of Pyramid Head and poor Williams' dead body hanging on the horrible white walls.
I'm twenty-seven and I've just graduated top of my class from Yale University, gaining my Ph.D. in Psychology. My name is Lucinda Lovetune, I've survived Silent Hill because of my friends' death and I've found my way to thank him. With my Ph.D. under my belt I plan on helping others like me, other survivors. Other psychiatrists won't believe what we have to say about that hell but I will make them see that they were wrong.
AN:/ okay so this is going to be kind of different from my other stories so we'll see how that goes. I've made a goal to update once a week so no worries. This was actually inspired by a video I found on youtube by 'xarity', the video is called "Silent Hill Psychiatrist". One last thing if you want me to pair Lucinda with someone please leave comments with the GUYS name. I don't do Yaoi and I don't do Yuri. Thanks cookies to my readers!