I deleted my other fic. Why, says you? Because four words came to mind when I read through it once – I CAN DO BETTER.
And I can! Yippie-ki-yay! ENJOY. I COMMAND YOU.
Oh, and the Laura in this story has nothing to do with the other Laura. Y'know, the annoying one.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Silent Hill, despite my constant attempts to blackmail it out of Konami's cold hands. Any similarity to other fanfics is...purely coincidental. Enjoy. :D
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It seemed all but escapable. The suffocating, horrible darkness that is death.
"I don't want to die."
She knew that she was to die. But she didn't want to. Very few people want to die.
"I'm scared."
Some people want to live forever. Some go insane at the concept of death.
"I'm so scared."
But some welcome it with open arms.
"I'm so scared, Pete."
"I know. So am I."
"Am I going to die?"
I didn't reply. How could you say to someone who was so afraid of death that they were going to die within a few days?
"I don't know."
"Don't spare me the shock. Just tell me the truth."
I took a few deep breaths, and readied myself.
"...yes."
She broke down. Eventually, so did I.
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"I'm sorry."
The operation was actually pointless. We all knew she was going to die, but they just wanted to make sure, even though they were.
"She's gone, isn't she?"
It's the question that no-one ever wants to ask. But I knew the answer.
"Yes."
I didn't shed a tear. I just turned around, walked out of the hospital, got into my car, and drove back to our house. Although it's probably my house now. There, I picked up our daughter, although he's probably my daughter, and drove off. I didn't know where we were heading. But I knew where we had been, and I never wanted to return there again. There was too much pain.
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"Where are we going?"
Laura had repeatedly asked that question every ten minutes for the past hour. And I replied with the same response.
"I don't know."
"Awww..."
Twenty minutes later, she asked a different question.
"Where's Mom?"
I remained silent, but she persisted.
"Where's Mom?"
I decided to answer.
"Mom's...gone away."
"When's she coming back?"
"She won't be coming back."
"Is she dead?"
"..."
"IS SHE DEAD?"
"...yes."
Laura remained silent for the rest of the trip.
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A few hours later, I looked to my left, and spotted a sign that read, "Welcome to Silent Hill"
"We're here."
