My first fan fiction here. Oh yayings!
Anyway. Hi. :) This is a Silent Hill fic, spoils SH1 and 3 very badly so if you haven't played, don't read on.
Silent Hill is (C) 1998-2004 Konami, I do not make any profit with this little ficcie, don't sue.
Comments mean chapters. If there are no comments, I don't see a reason to post more here if no one is reading it. I'm a meanie! :)
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Slamming the door shut behind her, Heather moved slowly towards her bedroom and slumped down on the bed. The scent of freshly washed sheets invaded her senses, pulling her back from her thoughts. For a split second she forgot that only half an hour earlier the coroner had taken her father away, but when the thought of her bleeding, limp dad returned to her, she burst into pained tears, her fingers gripping a pillow so hard it hurt. She could sense a presence in the room with her; she knew it was Douglas without turning to look at him.
"Go away," she said weakly, her words muffled because she was talking with her face pressed to the pillow. She could hear Douglas' deep sigh but he didn't leave the room. Brushing the tear streaks from her cheeks, Heather sat up to face him.
"What is it, Douglas? I'm not really on a chatty mood right now."
Douglas offered her a weak smile and she noticed he was holding a torn piece of paper in his hand. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "I found this. It's a note for you."
Heather frowned, "A note? What does it say?"
She stood up and took the offered paper, unfolding it.
"Heather", the note began, written in obvious hurry.
"They're coming for me. The signs are there. Oh God, I hope and pray they don't get you. I'm too old and too tired to fight anymore. My time has come. When you find this, look up a woman called Cybil Bennett; she still lives in Brahms, I believe. Go meet her, she'll take you in. She knows everything, she can give you answers that I should have given you years ago... I don't want you to be alone. I love you, Heather.
Dad."
Heather frowned and lifted her head to meet Douglas' gaze. "Dou..."
"You want to go and find her?" Douglas asked. After considering it for a moment, Heather nodded slowly, "Um... could you take me there?"
He nodded, "Yeah, of course. Pack whatever you need, I'll uh... I'll be waiting outside, 'kay?"
Heather nodded, watching Douglas' back as he left her room. When she heard the door slam shut, she started packing the essentials into her designer bag that her dad had bought for her on her seventeenth birthday. She knew that he really couldn't afford it but he was always like that, doing crazy things to show her how much he loved her. Squeezing her eyes shut as tears started burning them, she began stuffing underwear and a few basic clothing pieces into the bag, and once she was ready, she grabbed the doll from her desk, took one last look around her room and left.
Anyway. Hi. :) This is a Silent Hill fic, spoils SH1 and 3 very badly so if you haven't played, don't read on.
Silent Hill is (C) 1998-2004 Konami, I do not make any profit with this little ficcie, don't sue.
Comments mean chapters. If there are no comments, I don't see a reason to post more here if no one is reading it. I'm a meanie! :)
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Slamming the door shut behind her, Heather moved slowly towards her bedroom and slumped down on the bed. The scent of freshly washed sheets invaded her senses, pulling her back from her thoughts. For a split second she forgot that only half an hour earlier the coroner had taken her father away, but when the thought of her bleeding, limp dad returned to her, she burst into pained tears, her fingers gripping a pillow so hard it hurt. She could sense a presence in the room with her; she knew it was Douglas without turning to look at him.
"Go away," she said weakly, her words muffled because she was talking with her face pressed to the pillow. She could hear Douglas' deep sigh but he didn't leave the room. Brushing the tear streaks from her cheeks, Heather sat up to face him.
"What is it, Douglas? I'm not really on a chatty mood right now."
Douglas offered her a weak smile and she noticed he was holding a torn piece of paper in his hand. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "I found this. It's a note for you."
Heather frowned, "A note? What does it say?"
She stood up and took the offered paper, unfolding it.
"Heather", the note began, written in obvious hurry.
"They're coming for me. The signs are there. Oh God, I hope and pray they don't get you. I'm too old and too tired to fight anymore. My time has come. When you find this, look up a woman called Cybil Bennett; she still lives in Brahms, I believe. Go meet her, she'll take you in. She knows everything, she can give you answers that I should have given you years ago... I don't want you to be alone. I love you, Heather.
Dad."
Heather frowned and lifted her head to meet Douglas' gaze. "Dou..."
"You want to go and find her?" Douglas asked. After considering it for a moment, Heather nodded slowly, "Um... could you take me there?"
He nodded, "Yeah, of course. Pack whatever you need, I'll uh... I'll be waiting outside, 'kay?"
Heather nodded, watching Douglas' back as he left her room. When she heard the door slam shut, she started packing the essentials into her designer bag that her dad had bought for her on her seventeenth birthday. She knew that he really couldn't afford it but he was always like that, doing crazy things to show her how much he loved her. Squeezing her eyes shut as tears started burning them, she began stuffing underwear and a few basic clothing pieces into the bag, and once she was ready, she grabbed the doll from her desk, took one last look around her room and left.