*sequel to this story in progress. not written as chapters because this story can be read without being related to the sequel in some ways.
Silent Hill: Torment
The hospital walls looked bleak and dirty with the smell of death, pungent, nearly putrid, permeating, and heavy, growing stronger with each step I took. The sound of laughter like the hysterical haunting call of a hyena frightened me. The nurses in their low cut blouses, displaying too much cleavage, giggled and pranced around in their short skirts from room to room.
Screams and cries pierce my ears like shattering glass echoing through the halls; it was music to the patients and staff. It was the pulse of Cedar Grove Sanitarium. No one seemed to notice the seemingly abandoned hospital beds with dirty brownish bloodstain sheets. The old rusted brown wheelchairs resting on their sides with their wheels spinning slowly.
There was a faint rustling noise as I passed by one of rooms. A patient crawling on the floor towards one of the nurses, salivating and screaming in pain as he flicked his tongue like a snake. She was taunting him; seducing him. I could see the sexual anxiety in his eyes when he looked up at me moaning, desperate for pleasure but he did not seemed bothered by my presence. Disgusted, I ran through the obscurely halls until I found my destination.
Room A5. There she laid, my sister. My soul. The spitting image of myself. As if looking into a mirror. Her sky blue eyes beckoned me to save her. Those blue eyes which no longer shined told me she was deathly frightened. I walked over to the cracked mirror on the wall and punched it. With my bloody hand, I picked up a shard of the mirror and returned to my sister. I leaned over to kiss her lips and then slit her wrists.
I listened to the silence, the emptiness as I tried to stop my heart from bursting out of my chest. I suddenly felt overwhelmed with a burning sensation of guilt and sadness and confusion.
"Who I am now."
I awake in a cold freezing sweat to the sound of rapid raspy breathing, not fully realizing it is my own. I feel a breath coming from the shadows. My frozen almost paralyzed fingers gently brush over a sharp object next to my pillow as stared into the darkness.
Who am I now?