Vincents Journal


Authors Note: First off I have to apologize for that awful story I tried to write before but a certain someone helped open my eyes and I have to thank them for their advice and help. I've taken the story down and I intend to try to make it better and more descriptive with ALOT less errors. Please note that this is my own personal view on what Vincent might think and act like so this isn't a 100 accurate entry. Please feel free to leave a comment, comments tend to inspire me to write more.

Enough talk! Read away! Please enjoy!

P.S. if you don't like it or a certain something in it, review it or message it to me and I'll try to fix it. Also remember if you dislike this story and feel like telling me, I always demand to know why.


January 5th, 2003

I spoke with sister Claudia today. She appears to still be rambling on about God. HER God is all she cares about these days. She doesn't want to discuss her feelings, she doesn't want to talk about a simple book she's read. All she wants from me is to listen to her go insane, because that's exactly where she's headed. Perhaps she's already there. Its rather hard to say. I can't help but feel the searing hate she has for me when those steal eyes point my way. Its been a long time since I've seen them in any other emotion than in fury or sorrow.

My fear for what she has become is undeniable. I believe my one existence feeds her rage like a starving lion, stalking its next pray. It makes me wonder when I'll be pounced on. She filled me in on her plans today despite her loathing of me. She wants to bring forth a god. A god born from hatred. How clever my dear Claudia is. Hatred brings sympathy. As much as I deny it, I love the way her mind works. She's like a small child. She's so predictable in my eyes. I have doubts anyone other than I, knows how she thinks. One thing she has gotten past me is how she feels, its slipped past me like the sands of time. If time could return to the past, I would have never made the mistakes I made, and caused someone dear to me so much pain. Instead of keeping myself together, I let her creep beneath my skin like a parasite. She still feeds off my fear and emotions as good as she ever has. I try to be strong around her. I try with every stubborn bone in my body. I'm much like a locked casket, only see seems to have the key. She opens me wide.

I am still, however, puzzled by her confidence and determination. She's such a mystery to me. Perhaps one of these days I will solve that retched puzzle and fill in all her missing pieces. She would rather give up herself to bring forth a salvation for people she's never even met before. Her heart is bigger than most I must admit. She wishes to see all those who deserve it dance upon the grassy earth, swaying with the daisies as She has always wished to do. It scorns me to even think it, but I admire that about her. She doesn't know one rather large detail about the world she lives in, we have to have good times as well as bad times or the world just wouldn't be.

She just doesn't understand the need for a balance in this world. We have earthly horrors, such as right here in Silent Hill, we also have our own earthly pleasures. Some of my own involve a glass of the finest wine and a good book. Those are only my more, calming pleasures. I tend to lie when I state I don't like to get hot and sweaty I enjoy it to some degree, I'm no innocent Priest, I do enjoy more straining and sinful acts. Perhaps it's a sin, but I suppose that tickets me on the first train to Hell like any other woman loving man in this world. However no matter what, I can't seem to get a nagging blond out of my thoughts. Its almost my own sick pleasure to think of her that way. For that, I simply clear my head of those past memories and move on ahead of me.

Tomorrow I have to interview one of the sisters of this church. She's easily swooned by me so I shouldn't have much of a problem pulling information I want to uncover out of her. The night just about has me spent. I will write more tomorrow. Perhaps the day after. I suppose this all depends on how I'm feeling tomorrow. For now, goodbye.

Vincent