I do not own Silent Hill
My name is Joshua Shepard, and I was accidentally killed by my brother, Alex, when I was nine years old. He had buried the memory of my death, and kept on trying to find me, and get me out of this town, but once he figured out the truth, he faced the facts and left along with Elle and Wheeler.
I am going to admit it sucks being dead; not only are all of my friends gone, but they became monsters and never manifested as children like I did. I never could figure out why I was able to keep two forms, but I didn't really care.
My parents were here, but I didn't want to talk to them after I learned that they were going to kill Alex; I knew that they felt guilty for how they treated him, and he even forgave them both, but I just couldn't even look at them anymore; they tried to apologize, but I was angry at the fact they only reason that they treated Alex badly was so that they wouldn't feel as bad for when they were supposed to have killed him! So I left Shepherds Glen, crossed Toluca Lake, and ended up in Silent Hill just to get away from them; I was dead anyway, so I didn't have to abide by anyone's rules anymore, which was the only good thing about being dead.
While getting away from my parents was one reason why I decided to just roam around Silent Hill; the real reason was that I was alone and I didn't want to be restricted by my parent's rules anymore. Eventually, I ended up in the southeastern region of Silent Hill, and it had what you could have expected; broken roads, torn down buildings, abandoned houses, an occasional hippy (Oh wait, that's everyone is this town), and missing posters. The only real difference in this part of town was that it rained a lot, but that was more of a bad thing because that was when the monsters came out more; they didn't attack me because I was a manifestation of the town, but they still scared me to death (No pun intended).
After walking around for I-don't-know-how-long, I sat down on the ground, and I out at the lake.
"Man, I'm bored…" I said. "I wish there was someone I could talk to."
I tried not to show it, but I was more so sad than bored; I really did not want to be in this town; I wanted to be with Alex, Elle, and Wheeler, but I knew I couldn't go with them because once you're dead, you can't come back.
I got up and I began walking away from the dock, but then I heard someone that sounded like a little kid crying. I looked around, and I saw a little boy about six years of age, looking out at the lake.
"I miss you, Daddy…" He said, sobbing.
I started feeling bad for the kid as he was clearly needed more help than I did, so I decided to approach him to see if I could help him any.
"Hey," I said. He jumped when he heard my voice; he seemed pretty shy, but I knew better than to leave him alone in this kind of place. "My name is Joshua Shepard, what's yours?"
The kid was silent for a good minute before finally answering, "Charlie… Charlie Pendleton."
"Charlie, huh?" I responded. "That's a nice name, Charlie…"
"Yours is not bad either, Joshua…" Charlie said, giving a small smile.
"Just call me Josh…" I said, smiling.
"It's nice to meet you, Josh…" Charlie responded. "I'm guessing you're dead because you can see me."
"Yeah," I replied. "It sucks doesn't it?"
Charlie nodded, I could tell that he didn't really being either as we were both in the same boat; we were both lost souls that had nowhere to go, because of this, I felt that I needed to stay by his side.
"You want to stick around with me?" I asked. "I was actually getting kind of lonely, and it looks like you need someone to talk to as well."
"Yes, please!" Charlie answered, gleefully.
"Great," I responded. "Now where in this town do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here, I guess we could go to the South Vale district." Charlie answered.
"Alright," I answered. "Let's stop at Jack's Inn, I'm tired of walking."
I wait for Charlie to get up, and once he was ready to move, we started walking.
On the way to Jack's Inn, we started conversing.
"What do you like to do for fun, Charlie?" I asked.
"I like working with cars with my Dad when I was alive, and I enjoyed playing catch with him, and flying kites." Charlie answered. "What about you, Josh?"
"I used to play with my army toys, I like to draw, hang out with my brother, Alex, I like photography, reading comics, and I am fascinated with bugs, especially the spider."
"How old are- excuse me, were you?"
"Nine," I answered. "And you?"
"Six." Charlie answered. "If you don't mind, Josh, can you tell me how you died?"
"Alex woke me up in the middle of the night, and he took me out to the lake, we got into an argument about who was better, I showed him my ring that Dad gave me, he called it a piece of trash, and he wouldn't let go of the ring, I tried to tug it away from him, but I slipped and I hit my head on the edge of the boat, and I drowned." I answered.
"So it was an accident?"
"Yeah," I answered. "Alex got sent to a mental hospital, and when he came back, he forgot that I had died, but once he remembered, he told me that he was sorry, and he gave me his pocket light, and the ring."
"Did you forgive him?"
"Of course I did!" I answered, brashly. "It was all a stupid accident, and it all wouldn't have happened if we weren't born in Shepherd's Glen."
"Why?"
"Long story, I don't want to talk about it." I answered. "What about you, Charlie? How did you die?"
"The same way, but I was murdered on purpose." Charlie answered. "Can we save this for later, please?"
He was only six, I couldn't blame him for not wanting to talk about. "Yeah, sure." I answered.
"Thank you…" Charlie responded. "It's just hard for me to tell it while walking."
"I understand…" I said, placing my arm around his shoulder. He was about a couple feet smaller than me, it was honestly like walking with a little brother or something.
I began to look around the area, and I found that we had reached Jack's Inn.
"We're here." I said.
"Are any of the doors open?" Charlie asked.
"If not, we can just steal a key." I answered. "It's not like anyone stays here."
"I guess…"
We ended up taking a key from front desk, and we used it to open the door.
"Well, here we are." I said.
Charlie immediately lied down on the bed; he seemed to be getting comfortable.
"I don't even remember the last time I lied on a bed." Charlie stated.
"I guess when you're dead, time means nothing to you." I said.
"Looks like it…" Charlie said, sitting up.
"Do you want to talk about how you died now?"
"I guess…" Charlie answered. "I was kidnapped by a bad man named, Patrick Napier, he forced me into his van, and he… he… did things to my body that I don't even want to know."
"What do you mean?" I foolishly asked.
"He started undressing me and-"
"Never mind," I interrupted. "I can guess what happened just from that."
"Thank you…" Charlie responded. "He then threw me in a bag, and he threw me in the lake."
"What ever happened to him?" I asked.
"My Dad lost everything after I died, my Mom left him forever, and he got in jail on purpose to kill him." Charlie answered.
"Did he?"
"I don't know the details, but I think he did…" Charlie answered.
"Serves him right…" I said, bitter.
"My Dad was actually here a few weeks ago, he was being transferred to another prison but the bus crashed and he ended up here. He was being tortured by visions of me dying, and when he finally killed the Boogeyman that was torturing him, he saw me briefly and I told that it wasn't his fault that I died, and then he left…" Charlie said, now on the verge of crying.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I missed my Daddy…" He answered. "I don't want to be here, I want to be with him and Mommy, but I can't…"
Charlie was now crying up a storm; I felt bad for him; he was only six and he had to face with the fact that he was dead, I had to do that too, but the major difference between us is that he was murdered, and I was killed on accident.
I crawled up onto the bed, and I pulled him into a comforting hug. I had never done this kind of thing before, but I felt like this was the right thing to do.
"I feel the same way." I said, holding him. "I just want to see my brother again, but I know full well that I can't unless he comes here, and I know that he wouldn't do that."
"Why can't the clock just turn back?" Charlie asked.
"I don't know…" I answered.
"Please, don't leave me alone…"
"I won't…"
"Promise...?"
"I Promise…"
Charlie started falling asleep (Yes, even though we are dead, we can still and need to sleep) and I tucked him in. I then climbed in to join him. I then made sure that he felt safe, and eventually, I fell asleep with him holding on to me like if I was a teddy bear, and I wondered why this world was so cruel to us.
Eventually, I started drifting off to sleep, but before I could fall to sleep completely, I said to the sleeping Charlie: "I won't leave you alone." And then I was out like a light.
Yeah, I decided to something Silent Hill related while I slowly write my other story bit bit, but this will fill in the slots for a decent bit.
I had just recently thought about Silent Hill, and these two characters always depress me because of their tragic ends, especially Charlie.
There was a fic that came out years ago that sort of had this same concept, and I thought that maybe I should give it a go. I do like to think that these two could be friends, so I decided to kind of try it on my own.
I actually have an idea where it might be possible to save these two while having the events from the games still occur, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Don't be afraid to review, I can take constructive criticism.
