Summary- Empty walls haunt my mind…or what's left of it at least.

A/N- Spoilers for Silent Hill 4. From Henrys. Not a happy drabble.

Empty Walls

It's late. I can tell by the glowing neon signs of the Hotels nearby. I sit up numbly and rub my eyes. My head hurts…and I feel cold.

I sit up and face my sealed windows. I look to the moon as I stand and walk closer. For a brief moment I feel like everything is normal. Reality sinks in sharply as I try to open my window. It responds with a eerie creak and remains shut.

I turn from the window and face my closet. My shadow stands in the moon light. It's alone…separated.

I debate on whether I should go into my living room to be faced with my harsh reality. Or maybe I can just lay in bed and rot. Let my skin dry and my bones show. The pain would be temporary. Only lasting until my last starving breath.

But then what?

What would become of me?

This room…?

I walk outside of my bedroom and walk to the living room. The hole is carved deep into the side of my wall. A desperate attempt by the last poor soul to occupy this dark and haunted room.

The writing still remained by it. I turn to my door.

The chains.

Those inescapable chains that keep me locked in my own private hell.

I long for human contact.

Something.

Anything to let me know I'm still here. Still alive.

Still existing.

The small peep hole grants me little comfort.

I feel like a ghost. I simple observer of the outside world.

I feel wronged. I feel lost.

Lastly I feel hate.

Hate towards the person to do this to me.

I grip at the chains and try to tug even though I know nothing will come of it.

I scream aloud and kick at the door. Pain explodes from my toes as I sink to the floor cradling them in my hands.

The warm tears trickle down my face as the monstrous growls taunt me.

It started in the bathroom wall. The hole…the subway…Cynthia.

I should have just stayed behind. Stayed in my bed and died.

Maybe things would be better, things would be real.

Those growls and grunts would fade and leave my dead body be.

Walter…my hate towards him is infinite. The cursed boy born here. His damn parents leaving him here…this damn apartment.

These empty walls haunt my mind…or what's left of it at least.

I stand and limp to the window. I ignore my chair that becomes stained with blood in my presence. Damn possessed objects. Damn everything.

I gaze out the window. The blood stains have almost gone by now. I learned the hard way that the glass won't break.

I walk away from my window and head to the bathroom. The hole is sealed up by someone unknown. The hole moved to my laundry room. The blood that is not my own still stinks up the bathroom as I walk in.

I close the toilet seat and sit down. I stare at the blood lying in the tub and start to laugh. Demented shrieking laughter turning to crazed sobs.

I grip my head tightly as my eyes dart around. Those people…those places. They haunt my mind. My walls turn to red as the possessed spirits invade my bathroom.

My walls start to bleed. All the while I feel I should bleed with them.

My shaking hands grab at a piece of broken mirror. I shove it violently into my arms. The blood drips down at a fast rate.

Too fast to stop.

I feel my life slip from me as I slump to the bloody ground.

I want to be free.

I don't care the cost.

My vision blacks out and I fade away.

I feel my spirit lifting from the horrible apartment and into warmth.

Holy mother…?

I guess it was true.

END!

Okies I had a not so nice alternate ending for this-

My vision blacks out and I fade away.

I feel like a dead weight drifting.

Moments later I awake.

In front of my chained door.

The curse continues…

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