Another one-shot request (Requests still open.)

Heather has nightmares of Alessa

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters

Warnings: Gore, Violence, Disturbing imagery, Language

I don't understand...Why I keep finding myself here.

Heather Mason awoke to finding herself sprawled out on the ground in front of the cursed Lake Side Amusement Park. Already she could smell the putrid scent of dead flesh and blood that seemed to ooze out of the place. Lifting herself up using a height stand next to her, she tried to keep her balance.

Why am I drawn here?

Heels from Heather's dark woodland boots clicked softly against the grated floor of the amusement park. Heather tried to keep her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, ignoring the cages situated in random places throughout the park, inside some kind of monster or humanoid figure grisely tortured to the point of death. Some looked like the flesh had been stripped away from the very bone, other looked mutilated beyong recognition She shook her head. 'I've seen them countless times before' she thought.

Am I forgetting something?

"I'm waiting for you."

Heather's eyes widened and she quickly spun around, hands immediately rummaging her pocket to pull out her tazer. It crackled with electricity, the only warning Heather ever gave before attacking. But there was no one, or a more appropriate term would be nothing, was there. No mutilated, bandaged dogs with a craving for flesh, no Closers, nothing. 'I know I heard that' She thought.

Am I looking for something?

Heather quickly covered her ears as Silent Hill's symbolic Siren wailed, filling the streets and every building with its signature sound. She clenched her eyes shut as it seemed to go on for hours.

Or is something looking, or waiting, for me?

After what seemed like eternity to the dyed blonde, the siren died down, leaving the Park as deathly silent as it was before. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by fog. Fog, and a slight chill in the air. This was Silent Hills second reality. The realm of lost souls. A giggle caught her attention, and she turned to her left to see the carousel, dingy and worn away as it ever was. But what really caught her eyes was the figure sitting cross-legged upon it. A little girl, dressed in what Heather guessed was the MidWitch Elementary's signature uniform for girls. Dark hair covered her face, but even it couldn't shield Heather from those piercing blue eyes. Heather imagined before this nightmare, they must've glown brightly in the sunlight of Silent Hill, but now they merely resembling two chunks of piercing cold ice.

Is She?

A small tugging of the child's lips signified a smile, one Heather decided not to take as friendly, as the girl hopped of the cariousel and slowly made her way to the blonde, small smile ever present. Amusement marked her features and she essentially skipped to Heather, skidding to a stop when they were only inches away from one another. She gazed up at Heather, and when their eyes meet, Heather felt a searing pain spread through her head. She screamed, hands clutching her head, shaking it side to side, trying to make this pain go away.

Fire.

It felt like she was on fire.

The girl was no longer smiling.

No, Alessa, was no longer smiling.

Heather gave a final scream, one that pierced the park's silence as her body dissolved into ash.

Heather jolted up in her bed, panting, bed sheets clutched tightly in her hands. 'Its just a dream. No a nightmare. Not my reality' She told herself. Heather froze when she felt something touch her back. It was like a hand gently stroking, trying to bring comfort. Haether suddenly felt exhausted, and she collasped back onto her bed.

"Sleep. There will be no more bad dreams."

That was the voice from before. Heather was positive.

"Sleep."

It repeated, and Heather obeyed.

Am I?