It started out like any normal day.
Letya woke up with her mousy layered hair frazzled from her constant nightmares that marred her sleep, ever since she played Silent Hill 2. Getting killed over and over, waking up in cold sweat, wounds that sting and burn. But nothing is actually there.
Wiping her crusted eyes Letya got up from her soft mattress onto the cold air. Her hand shot out and pounded on the wall, finding the switch. flicking it on and her sight was filled with light and she scrunched her face until the light was bearable. Letya got up and changed into a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a regular turquoise t-shirt and looked at herself in a full length mirror.
As much as she tried to hide it, she felt insecure about her body. She had a full figure, but it was hidden by the love handles and the muffin top that showed through the nearly tight shirt. Her breasts were the main problem. They were too large and droopy in her standards, in which a bra is needed to lift the puppies up.
She had large, long, and thick legs that used to be full of raw muscle, now with an half inch layer of fat coating the muscle. Her face was slim, but it still had puffy cheeks that everyone thought were 'cute'.
Her nose was regular sized, nostrils were larger than most others though, and a prominent beauty mark on her left nostril. Her bottom lip jutted out naturally, giving her the practical 'pouty ' look if she lowered her thick brown arches.
She sighed and tossed on a pair of white socks, half assing to tie her plain beige shoes properly. She looked at her neon green alarm clock that blared the numbers 3:10 at her.
Groaning she walked up to her PlayStation 2, Not looking at the cover art of Silent Hill 2. She popped open the lid and put in Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance. She loved the game dearly. The graphics were off the wall and the fatalities were just thrilling. But she wasn't able to play it as much as she'd like to. A friend of hers gave her Silent Hill 2 as a present saying that "She would love the thrill".
That was nearly a year ago.
Since then her dreams were warped like in the game. Just the sole fact of the nightmares kept her up at night, the smallest sound would give her a heart attack. She got over it after awhile, but just enough for her to still toss and turn. She relaxed and let the intro play out. Raiden's voice soothed her of her worries. The intro was soon over, and she continued on to her game, playing as her favorite characters on there. Sonya, Nitara, and Frost to say the least.
By the time Frost's ending came up, it was about 5:47. Quickly saving and turning off the game, Letya stretched and heard her back pop a few times, proceeding to leave the room. Letya shuddered while looking at Silent Hill 2, second nature now. She walked out to the living room. The house wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was just big enough to fit a regular family in there. Two adults and two or one child. Two bathrooms, and a large spacious living room that also was connected to the dining room. She silently walked to the fridge, popping open the door and grabbed the pre poured mug of water. Indolently grabbing the instant coffee and hazelnut creamer from the counter, she put the mug full of water in the microwave and set it for a minute. She laid her chest across the counter, arms folded under her bust. She stared at the annoying ticking of the clock that was placed on the other side of the kitchen room.
Taking a hearty sip of the scalding hot coffee tingled her taste buds. To think, not even 15 years old and is traumatized to the point of making coffee. Her eyes lowered as she remembered the good ol' times. She used to play a lot of games and had a brilliant tan then. Now it's a sickly pale tan that seems to brighten up more in the moonlight than the actual sun.
Her friends came and went. First it was moving, then it came down to the worst lies ever. They were creeped out by her constant paranoia. Everything just seemed to shatter like glass when she played it. That accursed game. But it was slowly and surely mended by Mortal Kombat. Mortal Kombat saved her life, metaphorically speaking.
Letya cursed and grabbed her plain black and dull orange messenger bag and went to check in her room incase she forgot something. Something was amiss, she could tell. The aura in her room drastically changed as she looked at the gleaming object that was laying on the Silent Hill 2 case.
She inched closer slowly, and bent down and grasp the handle it had. The object was a long kitchen knife, with dried blood caked onto the blade. Her right eye twitched as she glanced at the weapon. It was Angela Orosco's knife. No doubt about it.
"No…"She wordlessly said, shaking her hear slowly.
A gentle flash of light illuminated the dark room, the whips gentle caressing her skin. Her eyes felt heavy, and struggled to stay awake, but it was too much. The last thing she saw was the knife gleaming off a figure with white glowing eyes.