My name is Lisa Garland. I am a nurse working at Alchemelia Hospital in the sleepy resort town of Silent Hill.
My boss is Micheal Kaufmann. He was the one who gave me this job. I should be greatful, but this bastard is always treating me and all of the other nurses like his slaves. I try to pretend that it doesn't bother me, but it's really, really hard. As a little inside joke, all of the nurses, including myself call him the doctor from hell. That usually gets me through the long hours I spend working.
For some unknown reason, Dr. Kaufmann won't let anyone but himself enter the basement storeroom. He told us that the last nurse who went down there suffered a fate worse than death. I don't belive him. He gives us all this substance called white claudia if we don't go down there. It's an illegal drug. To be honest, I've tried it a few times. I feel better after I take it, but the next day I feel worse then I did the day before. White Claudia keeps me sane here.
Honestly, this whole ''Don't go into the basement'' propaganda is really pissing me off. It's only a damn basement! What's gonna be down there? Kaufmann's secret stash of... I don't even wanna think about it. Secretly, I think that I would be happy to see a fate worse than death. I've been in need of some excitement in my life. I'll be waiting for a day when Kaufmann isn't around and I'll go down there and see what he's been hiding for so long.
In other words, I've been taking care of this little girl, Alessa Gillespie. She was severly burned, poor thing. I'm suprised she's not dead yet. I bandage her up so she can heal, but as soon as I replace the old bandages, blood and pus ooze out and I have to constantly repeat this process. It's driving me crazy. Why is she suffering so much? It kills me a little inside, seeing this girl. I've been working overtime for her, because I want her to heal fully and completley. Untill then, I'll have to be paitent, calm, and possibly take more White Claudia.
Well, I've gone and done it. While on my break, I snuck down into he forbidden basement. It was dark, and damp. The floors were metal grating rather than the white linoleum floor. As I went further down, I soon regretted it. I saw a corpse hanging from the wall. I quickly turned around and ran upstairs, forgetting what I just saw. Perhaps this is what Kaufmann meant. I probably won't be able to sleep well for the next few weeks. Oh well. I'll just take a sleeping pill and sleep with the lights on. This is what I get for being so naive.
A/N
Hey guys! How did you like this? It's kinda like a little Lisa Garland drabble based on my knowledge of Silent Hill 1. Do you think I should add more? Please tell me in the reviews! I apologize for the shortness, but this is supposed to be like a demo so I can see what you think! Constructive Critisism (sp?) is accepted but no flames, please. This is my first fic in a loooooong time, so please be nice. I appreciate that you took the time to read but if you don't like it, please keep it to yourself.