I: Feel The Eyes Of Someone Looking In On You

"He-Hel-llo. He-llo. H-Hello. Doe-s-Does thi-s ra-dio work? He-y. Hey. Can any-one he-ar me? List-en. Listen. My name - is Joseph Schreiber. I am - a journal-ist. I - I do-nt know wh-at's going o-n. I-m in m-y ap-artment. B-ut I'm locked in. It - looks differ-ent. He-lp! Help! Can some-body hear me?"

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What the hell was that? Who was that? Did that actually happen?

I rubbed my eyes. Damn it, another nightmare. I had a lot of those recently, I don't know why. Maybe its the lack of sleep? I heard from one of my friends, Guys, that people are more prone to get nightmares when they can't get sleep. I also heard that nightmares come when people experience a huge tragedy. Like the death of a loved one, or a pet.

I guess it's accurate since my brother was killed in a car accident about three weeks ago.

Ever since that day I've been sitting in my apartment waiting for a hysterical teenager to call me saying he planned the whole thing out.

Saying that he forgot to feed his cat.

Asking if I want to eat out.

Complaining about my eldest sister and how she's being an overactive bitch.

But no.

Not one call.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Damn it." I said "How many of them are gonna come?"

I rolled to the side of the bed, and wondered if I should call in sick or just roll with it. I mean my boss was alright, but sometimes when he gets really mad, he doesn't stop yelling. It's like his lungs and vocal cords are made out of steel. But should I just call in sick?

Fuck it. I don't think he'll care if I'm out for a day.

Now for breakfast.

I groggily put on any shirt I could find. I put on this blue jeans I had in store for God knows how long, and combed my messy dark brown hair. 'I should really get a haircut.' I thought. Whatever, every time I thought about a haircut I'll always go in a month, so what's the point in thinking now, if I always get it next month?

The cafe was a nice walk from my apartment. I usually go there when I'm going through a rough time. The atmosphere and the people there always brings a smile to my face. The waitress today was so... happy. Her radiant blonde hair was practically swaying when she walked and her porcelain skin was glowing the more she approached.

"How was your day?" She smiled a bubbly smile.

"Fine." I managed a weak smile and yawned.

"Didn't get much sleep last night?" She asked, her soft doll voice showing concern.

I shook my head. "No." I paused. "Couldn't sleep."

"Ah. I understand." She looked down.

Raising my head, green eyes meeting blue, she asked, "What would you like to order?"

"Just a medium latte, please." I looked down.

"That's it? Nothing to eat?" She asked concerned. "You look really skinny."

I sighed. "Nothing." I confirmed. "Just a latte. Please."

She finished writing my order down. "Alright." She said, and started to walk away.

"Uh..." I started, noticing there's a... lipstick mark, on her calf. "Excuse me? There's something on your leg."

She turned around raising an eyebrow. "Wha..." She looked down. Seeing the mark, she blushed "Oh uh..." Reaching down she wiped the mark away with her soft hands. "Sorry about that." She looked up. "That's nothing. Thank you, Mr..."

"Shion." I said "My name is Shion."

I drank the last of my coffee and exited the cafe. I never really got the name of the waitress, not that I would phone her any day and ask her what's up. I knew it was bad to be attached. I knew that after that day...

Finally I arrived in my apartment and was welcomed by shouting. Must've been someone pissed off my neighbor Richard again. That hothead was always yelling at someone, if not he was out. I always wondered if he normally had a bad day at work, or if he always had a pole up his ass 24/7. Of course I didn't want to know what was happening because the last time Richard was shouting up someone, this one guy got in the middle and told him to calm down. He broke his nose. Since then I've minded my own business of almost everyone.

When I got inside, I got a feeling. I felt that something was off. I mean not the 'wheres my stuff' or the 'this should not be here' off, but... I knew something was off.

I checked my keys and checked the locks. They were all in place.

So what was that feeling of someone watching?

Eh, maybe it's the lack of sleep.

Fluffing my pillows and grabbing a blanket I laid down on my couch turning on the T.V. Turns out a baby was born in the zoo. They named it Buttercup. 'Cute name' I thought, before I felt my eyes getting heavy.

But the feeling was still there.

Hi! So this is the first chapter of Silent But Screaming. So the main character is Shion right now, and more characters will come soon. I made this story based mostly off of the game and sometimes (rarely) I will make some stuff up.

The pairing in this is Shion x Io (Don't think of this like a romantic and fluffy and cute story, trust me its not.)

I will try and make this friendly but will contain horror in it. (That means no smut, will contain fluff (hugging, reassuring, and comfort. Maybe I will sneak in a kiss or two but not anytime soon.))

Silent Hill 4: The Room belong to Konami and Enzai belongs to Langmoar