The Bus kept filling periodically with the twilight from the passing
streetlamps outside. It was night, and all the occupants of the Bus were
asleep, except Robyn Sunderland.
She sat, staring out of the window whilst she listened to her neighbour,
Mister Matheson, snoring loudly over the humming of the engine.
It was cold, even on the inside of the huge bus, even when Robyn was wearing her long, brown raincoat. She felt awful; she had never been good with road travel. But she'd much rather be here than at home with her ignorant parents.
Her brother, James, had been the only one to ever understand her, but then his wife, Mary, had died, and James had gone into a state of depression. He'd always reply to questions with nods, and grunts, never paid any attention to what Robyn had to say anymore. Then, one day not so long ago, he'd just vanished. Now Robyn travelled by plane, boat, and bus around the country trying to find her brother... The only person who could ever help her escape the threatening hands of her parents.
She stood, shuffled past Mister Matheson, making sure she didn't awake the chatty old man, and trotted down the isle to the back of the bus, where the bathroom was located. She looked at the couple sitting on the back seats kissing, the guy had his hands down the girl's jeans and she was moaning pleasurably. The girl noticed Robyn looking, and tore herself away from the lip lock with her boyfriend. "What the fuck are you staring at, freak?" she said bluntly, and then went back to kissing her boyfriend, and enjoying whatever he was doing to her.
Robyn walked into the restroom and closed the door behind her, pulled the lock across sharply, and slammed the toilet seat down. She sat, and put her head in her hands, sighed to herself. "What the hell are you doing, Robyn?" she asked herself, "I know being at home was bad... But mystery tours!? How sad have you become?" She stood again, and approached the stainless steel washbasin, which she started to fill with cold water whilst she stared in the two-dollar mirror at her horrifying reflection. Her skin was almost white, and her hair was long, black, and straggly. But that's what you'd get like if you hadn't bathed properly for weeks, and had been living in the same over-sized sweater, skirt, and raincoat.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the bus jolted slightly. Robyn readjusted her position and sighed angrily. The bus shuddered again, more violently this time, making Robyn slam against the wall behind her. If the road was getting bumpy, Robyn didn't want to be stuck in the restroom of the bus... How uncomfortable? She walked over to the door, and tried the lock, but there was no success. She tried even harder, but the lock was jammed, probably because she'd heaved it across so powerfully earlier. Robyn started banging on the door "Hello?" she yelled, "Hey, you two out there... Open the door!" The bus bumped again, making water from the sink splash over onto the lino floor. The bus jolted so hard the next time that Robyn slipped on the puddle of water, which had been made on the floor. She felt her head collide with the washbasin, and then... Black.
Robyn was suddenly in utter darkness, feeling frictionless floor beneath her feet. She felt around for the bathroom walls, but the space she was in was much more expanse than a mere restroom. 'Are you dead?' a voice echoed in the distance. It was Robyn's own voice 'Did you just die?' it asked angrily, coming closer and louder 'Did you just fucking die!?' it screamed. Robyn started to run through fear; the voice followed her closely, becoming more frantic and threatening. 'If you died, Robyn, you're going to have to stay in here with me... Forever' There was a silence, making Robyn stop, her heart pounded heavily through fear. The voice spoke again, this time softly, with a hint of disappointment. 'Oh... You're alive'
There was a jolting sensation, and Robyn found herself lying on the moist lino back in the bus. She stood up, and rubbed her head, pulled the lock on the door, which opened effortlessly. She stepped out into the bus, which was full of fog, but otherwise empty. This was strange; there was no sign of a crash... So where did everyone else go? Robyn walked down to the front of the bus, and climbed out onto the cold, snowy, foggy road. Right beside her was a sign, which read. 'Welcome to Silent Hill'
It was cold, even on the inside of the huge bus, even when Robyn was wearing her long, brown raincoat. She felt awful; she had never been good with road travel. But she'd much rather be here than at home with her ignorant parents.
Her brother, James, had been the only one to ever understand her, but then his wife, Mary, had died, and James had gone into a state of depression. He'd always reply to questions with nods, and grunts, never paid any attention to what Robyn had to say anymore. Then, one day not so long ago, he'd just vanished. Now Robyn travelled by plane, boat, and bus around the country trying to find her brother... The only person who could ever help her escape the threatening hands of her parents.
She stood, shuffled past Mister Matheson, making sure she didn't awake the chatty old man, and trotted down the isle to the back of the bus, where the bathroom was located. She looked at the couple sitting on the back seats kissing, the guy had his hands down the girl's jeans and she was moaning pleasurably. The girl noticed Robyn looking, and tore herself away from the lip lock with her boyfriend. "What the fuck are you staring at, freak?" she said bluntly, and then went back to kissing her boyfriend, and enjoying whatever he was doing to her.
Robyn walked into the restroom and closed the door behind her, pulled the lock across sharply, and slammed the toilet seat down. She sat, and put her head in her hands, sighed to herself. "What the hell are you doing, Robyn?" she asked herself, "I know being at home was bad... But mystery tours!? How sad have you become?" She stood again, and approached the stainless steel washbasin, which she started to fill with cold water whilst she stared in the two-dollar mirror at her horrifying reflection. Her skin was almost white, and her hair was long, black, and straggly. But that's what you'd get like if you hadn't bathed properly for weeks, and had been living in the same over-sized sweater, skirt, and raincoat.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the bus jolted slightly. Robyn readjusted her position and sighed angrily. The bus shuddered again, more violently this time, making Robyn slam against the wall behind her. If the road was getting bumpy, Robyn didn't want to be stuck in the restroom of the bus... How uncomfortable? She walked over to the door, and tried the lock, but there was no success. She tried even harder, but the lock was jammed, probably because she'd heaved it across so powerfully earlier. Robyn started banging on the door "Hello?" she yelled, "Hey, you two out there... Open the door!" The bus bumped again, making water from the sink splash over onto the lino floor. The bus jolted so hard the next time that Robyn slipped on the puddle of water, which had been made on the floor. She felt her head collide with the washbasin, and then... Black.
Robyn was suddenly in utter darkness, feeling frictionless floor beneath her feet. She felt around for the bathroom walls, but the space she was in was much more expanse than a mere restroom. 'Are you dead?' a voice echoed in the distance. It was Robyn's own voice 'Did you just die?' it asked angrily, coming closer and louder 'Did you just fucking die!?' it screamed. Robyn started to run through fear; the voice followed her closely, becoming more frantic and threatening. 'If you died, Robyn, you're going to have to stay in here with me... Forever' There was a silence, making Robyn stop, her heart pounded heavily through fear. The voice spoke again, this time softly, with a hint of disappointment. 'Oh... You're alive'
There was a jolting sensation, and Robyn found herself lying on the moist lino back in the bus. She stood up, and rubbed her head, pulled the lock on the door, which opened effortlessly. She stepped out into the bus, which was full of fog, but otherwise empty. This was strange; there was no sign of a crash... So where did everyone else go? Robyn walked down to the front of the bus, and climbed out onto the cold, snowy, foggy road. Right beside her was a sign, which read. 'Welcome to Silent Hill'