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Silent Hill

the Feed in My Dreams

Chapter One

When her story ends...

"I left you alone,

I left you without a hope,

But consider this my apology,

Consider this the only thing that I have left..."

It's chilly... I might catch my death out here, she once told me. Ah, I remember her strange, but caring ways. Annoying, I always called her. But now I find myself laughing at how I cannot possibly exist if she hadn't been so... her. If she hadn't been so dark in her words, so dark in her outlook on life. Expect the worse, she said, that way when it happens to you, you won't feel as bad about it. It might seem like she was always the pessimist, but this woman was quite the wonder in her days. She knew everything. She was so smart, so beautiful, so unreal at times. I often rest at night with my eyes open just replaying over and over every last thing she said to me before she left; just replaying it hoping there's a clue. There had to have been one somewhere. She wouldn't do that to me. She just wouldn't.

So now as I walk down the empty streets of an empty town with nothing short of an empty mind, I retrace her story. She wrote endless letters to me, until they were no longer reaching my front door. It's a beautiful, yet twisted tale of someone close to me... someone like my older sister, Amanda. She was only eight years my senior, but decades the wiser. She had left the apartment we shared in a small suburb of Atlanta- must be about five years ago now. She went on the search for, what she jokingly stated to me, a 'surprise of the century.' I used to always joke back asking her, 'what? You going to find us the winning lottery ticket, are you?' She would just smile... 'You'll see...' She'd walk away. You'll see...

I never did know from her letters what she was looking for. Amanda would simply describe it as "the surprise." I'd often get furious with her and curse the letter and the envelope it came in. I would stomp around and wish her harm on her search. Now? Now I'd do anything to hear her tell me about it again- to hear her say "surprise," which was once so horrid to hear it would put a foul taste in my mouth, but would pose as a symphony playing only for me and my ears at this moment.

The letters stopped about a year ago. I've frantically tried to contact my sister, but to no avail. The post office would always look at me like I'm insane- like they were going to travel across the country to find and ask her why she suddenly stopped writing. I knew it was a crazy idea, but I had hoped they could trace the letter or find the city where the P.O. box was located in. Amanda never left an actual address. It was simply, 'P.O. box 302, SH, WV.' There was never a street name or a postal zip code. Perhaps she didn't want me to come and spoil the surprise? The thought almost made me smile. I would've smiled, if it wasn't for the fact she's been missing all this time.

My nose felt sensitive to the touch, like it was on fire it was so cold. There's no wind. It must be the fog... I could barely breathe the air was so heavy. Seeing was never any easier, either. I've almost tripped over cracks in the sidewalk countless number of times and I've missed a few street signs, although I've no idea where to go. I do, sadly, know where I am... I'm in the last place I could possibly look for my sister. It wasn't until just recently I was able to decipher where her letters were coming from. I was able to match up the letters "SH, WV" with an old family album. It all happened by chance. I couldn't stand looking at her things anymore, so I was packing them neatly in a spare room when a small album fell from one of her personal journals. It used to be tied on there with a pretty ribbon. I remember seeing it when we first moved in. I had asked her what it was. She said she didn't know. 'Mom left it at dad's funeral. I just haven't given it back.' Silly me for asking, because I knew she wasn't being honest. Either way, I let curiosity about kill me as I opened it up. I saw a family. Not my family. Her family. It was a whole other set of people and faces smiling and gathering around a young Amanda. That's not mom! He doesn't look anything like dad! Hey, where am I?! No, that wasn't right...

"We'll be waiting for you! -

Silent Hill, West Virginia."

Amanda's surprise was bigger than I thought it could have been. She came from some place else? I remember growing up with this girl. We played pranks on each other. We stole each other's dolls. We pulled each other's hair. I even remember a time when she greased my bicycle pedals with mechanical lubricant so my feet would slip until I fell off... even I laughed at that one. How could it be? Maybe she didn't believe it, either? I looked through the album. There were tons of pictures of her 'family' and of a quiet little town behind them. It looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Must be a nice place... I had tears in my eyes. Amanda might not want to be found. She liked it there. She was happy. There she could have a family. What could I offer? Mom's a pill-popping alcoholic. Dad died after shooting up with heroin and driving the big rig off a bridge. Grandma and grandpa haven't spoken with us in ages. And there's me... her younger sister who depended on her for everything, and with my child-like ways I've ended up needing her undying attention to bail me out of tough situations. Even now, I'm following her around like a lost puppy. I'm trying to find someone who never wanted to be found. That's where her story ends...

I've stopped walking at that point. I turn to face an alley where I believe I can hear murmuring. It didn't sound like anyone I knew, or anything I've heard before. Was someone hurt? A part of me really didn't care, but another part of me- a part of me still attached to Amanda, it cared. I let her story go for a moment and took a step towards, what would later become my story; my very own twisted tale. It wouldn't be as beautiful, but it would turn out to be the 'surprise of the century,' for us both...

As my feet pitter-pattered the frozen concrete I caught the glimpse of a man wearing a gray business suit. I thought it was an odd attire, but maybe he's of some prominence around here? Couldn't be a better person to ask about this town, then. I quickly tried to catch up with his steps, but he was moving faster than me. No matter how fast I moved my feet his were always a step or two ahead of mine. Even my calling out seemed to fade behind him. We were almost reaching the dead end of an alley when I heard a strange static. He hadn't given it a second thought. I saw no reaction in that man to any of our surroundings, even as the fog grew thicker. The static was louder now as I approached a small orange object on the ground. I picked it up. It was silent at my touch. A radio? Unintentionally, I had stopped advancing at this point. I hadn't meant to. Now I've lost track of the strange man. I called out for anyone again, but there was nothing. Was there even me...

I walked a few more steps when the sound of a creaking fence halted me. He had to have been somewhere near. The end of the alley was marked by a wooden wall blocking all further motion. I hadn't seen a door anywhere. He couldn't have vanished, but seeing no other option I turned away from the wall and headed back towards where I had entered from. It was only a few moments before the radio in my hand started it's noise again. Nerve-racking. It must've been broken, so I neared a lone garbage can, when suddenly the sound of the fence came again. That time, however, it was right next to me. My eyes leered over to see a wire gate swinging in the wind. It was left unlocked. As rude as it seemed to walk straight into a stranger's backyard, I saw no other option. I kept the radio, reasons unknown to me- perhaps the new distraction was more important at the time. I went through the wire gate and up a small sidewalk. It led me to the back porch of a small, tan home.

My fist was raised as I went to knock, but the door came open on its own. I entered carelessly, thinking nothing of it. I stood in what might have been the washer and dryer room had it not been for the apparent "gutting out" of the place. I could see the dryer hook-up hose laying smashed on the ground and the water pump for the washer was slowly dripping water all on the floor. The appliances? Who knows? As far as I knew, there were never any there. Around the soaked, rotten-tile floor appeared to be strips of duct tape. An attempt to control the flooding, maybe. I went in further to see the kitchen was missing all of its appliances and cupboard doors. Opened and fallen cans of corn, beans and other goods were strewn all over the floor. Some were scattered on the ceiling and walls, as if thrown about in an argument. The smell told all. It all happened a long while before I came along. Flies were feasting on the molded remains of what, at first glance, looked like an old Thanksgiving turkey left on the dining room floor. However, as I walked past it and got a better (yet unfortunate) look, I realized it must have been the family dog. Maggots were having a field day on the carcass. I hadn't cared to stay longer than necessary.

A small door was to my right in a narrow hall, but it would not open. For an instant I could have sworn I heard someone yell on the other side. I tried the handle again, but nothing. I gave a loud, 'hello!' but nothing. 'I'm lost' I said, feeling as stupid as I was for not only saying it, but saying it to a door. Nothing. I knocked. And then something. The 'someone' knocked back. Figuring it's some queer game, I asked them to open the door. There was nothing again. Forget you... I ignored the staircase to the left and made my way towards the front door. It was opposite of where I originally came, but no way was I passing by that rotting mutt. Just as my hand touched the doorknob I heard the previous door creak. They finally decided to open up, huh? Yeah. I wish they hadn't. I didn't even have time to turn around, much less react to what happened next. A nude young woman looking battered and bloodied with short, curly blond hair suddenly came up behind and grabbed me from around my neck with her hands. In an eerie, almost zombie-like tone, she whispered into my ear, 'I wouldn't go near me...' No kidding, right? I dug as hard as I could at her arms to free myself. Why was she suffocating me? I kicked my right leg back. She fell to the floor. Her wheezing was sickening. It was the kind of wheeze you might hear if one was choking on their own vomit... or blood. I wasted no time in getting the hell out of there through the front door, slamming it shut behind me.

Now there I was; alone and scared, trying to catch my breath amongst a chilly fog whilst bent over grasping my knees. Icy drool seeped from the corner of my mouth as I blankly stared at the cracks in the sidewalk. I was no longer in immediate danger, but I couldn't help but feel as if everything has changed; as if I stepped from one dimension into the next. The air was sicker. The wind was colder. And the fog much thicker. Things were different somehow. I mean, I straightened myself up and took a look around and all the eye could see was rows of quiet houses and a stretch of empty road. How was that off from before? Figuring I was feeling strange due to the sudden attempt on my life, I shrugged it all off. I'm ok. I'm fine. I'm still here…

As a loud bellow of a siren came rushing through the street I got a quick and nasty taste at how different things really were now. My heart raced. My blood pumped. My lungs burned. I felt like I was drowning, but I wasn't. I was standing in front of the house, alone and scared… trying to catch my breath… again. There I was…

End

Chapter One

A/N

The character isn't going to be described as either male/female. I feel it's irrelevant at this point in time.

This is just an introduction into the base of the plot. More to come!