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Good-bye. That was my last IM to him -- good-bye. I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? The distance between us went from mere miles to something like chasm. The love we had for each other started sweet, but only to turn bitter. He lived in Idaho and I -- well, I lived in Nevada. Sin city, as it were. In the begining, I only felt love for him, and now I feel only regret. I couldn't go on like that. I just couldn't! Especially after I moved even farther away from him -- to a place called, "Silent Hill." 13 hour drive turned into atleast a 3 day drive without stopping. How could he expect me to deal with that?
"Lenore! It's time for bed, get off the myjunk. Now!" A motherly voice called to the young female who was sitting silently before a computer.
Anyway, I have to go. This concludes my blog for today.
Love, Lenore
"Ok, mom!" Lenore replied to her mother. As a teenager, she rolled her eyes at her mother having to babify all of what Lenore did on the computer. I know she knows its called myspace! She has one too! Quickly, her thoughts turned from myspace to her ex-boyfriend, Robert. Her boyfriend, online anyway, of 5 years... she broke up with him just the other day, when she first got to Silent Hill. She didn't want to tell him that her heart had been breaking since the day she realized she would never see him. The pieces of my broken heart crumble... She thought poeticly. Sighing, she hopped into her dark gray sheets on her bed and readied herself for tomorrow -- a school day.
A loud thud woke Lenore up, seemingly seconds after she fell asleep. Her vision blurred, or so it would seem, since when she looked around her room for the source of the sound she saw her room in a distorted shape. The room's tint hinted that the walls were orange, but Lenore knew they were actually of a dark purple color. Raising from her bed and putting her feet upon the floor, she felt the ground felt wet and sticky. Looking below, she gawked at the sight of a blood colored liquid on the floor. Could it be real blood? Her nerves felt shot as she found herself only capable of one thing: staring at the blood. What's going on? Slowly, as if she was afraid to see anything else, she turned to view the clock. 8: A.M. was written on the digital clock.
"It... doesn't look like morning..." Lenore's whispers echoed throughout her bedroom, though she didn't speak them very loudly. She listened to them, then her eyes widened as they were followed by giggles. Holy shit... that's fucking scary. Lenore had always been sort of a pedophobic -- the fear of children/human dolls. "I should get up... I need to tell mom and dad about this." Lenore carefully stood up the slick floor and managed to find her bunny slippers, perfectly clean of any blood or whatever it was. She reached for the knob of her room, only to find the door openned itself for her. The hairs all over her body stood on end as she witnessed this. Still, she had to tell her parents -- wait, what if... Fear quickly covered her body as she ran towards her parent's room. Throwing their door open, she saw a most horrible sight. Blood covered the walls, yet that was not what caught the young girl's eyes. Approaching the bed, it came into plain view what was there. Two bodies mangled together and held together by birbed wire. The two were closely joined at the hip. On the back of the one atop the other was written in a brownish color:
i waNt u bAcK
"No... it couldn't be?" Lenore took a few steps back. "Robert? No... It just couldn't be..." Lenore's eyes filled with tears. Was the blood in her room her parents? Were these people her parents? She felt too afraid to check their faces. What sort of daughter was she... too afraid to look at her own parents' bodies... A loud noise outside caught her attention. Sounded much like metal scraping on metal -- was that Robert? Hatred filled her heart. How could she had ever loved such a monster! Looking around her parents' room for some sort of weapon -- for some reason or another, there was a bloody, steel pipe on the ground. Possibly what caused her parents to look so beatened. Lenore vowed in her mind: I'll fix things, mom... dad... She ran out of the room ready for whatever was out there, or so she thought.