Disclaimer: Silent Hill and its setting is the property of Konami. I own nothing except for Tina and any other character that might pop up from my demented mind as well as those neat creepy poems my mind seems to create. I warned you in advance.
Eyes everywhere I go
Following me but they have nothing to show
Fearful I might be, but relieved in a way
That I open my mouth to speak but there is nothing to say
Have you ever wondered what is your purpose in life? If your mere existence is absolutely needed in this world? Or a feeling that everyone expects you to play your role effectively in this blighted planet? I honestly cannot say that I even thought of such trivial matters….I never cared for anything in the world or any consequences to my actions…..soon everything will change….yes it will…for better….for worse…I do not know….but I do know one thing that I am certain of…….I am alone…
I sit alone in the middle of nowhere…..sitting alone in a dead world…dead is the only word that can be said though I would not say that everything here could be explained as dead but cursed….yes this is what this place is….cursed. I have seen a lot but I feel there is more that should be seen. I want to forget but my memory remains strong and intact. It appears that the silence that enfolds this world had been there since the beginning of this nightmare…a nightmare that I can never awake from…
…..Please…someone….anyone…..help me…..
I do not know how to begin this because in reality there is no beginning. I do not know how I allowed myself to get melded with this insanity. Looking upon what I have been through maybe there is no insanity here but a truth…. A truth hidden so well that no one looks upon it….I do not know what I am blabbering about right now, but in this darkness I can do only one thing….one thing that will keep my mind at bay from whatever horror lurks in this place…yes one thing and that is to write about it…to mark and carve my pitiful existence in a nonexistent world….how much time passed since I was here I do not know for time seems to have no meaning here…existence is a mere word that is so vague….but enough of that now and let me start telling my story for I have nothing to do now but wait for my fate…which I have no knowledge of how it will come to pass……..
An illness has overcome me…one that had no cure …because there was no prognosis to my condition...no one was sure of what had bestowed upon me. I myself was very frightened, not of my plight but of something that my ailment had drowned me with….Voices….no they were more like whispers…whispers from somewhere far away that tried to reach me. I was fearful that I might have lost my mind so I said not a word of this to my guardians….I just waited….waited for something that was supposedly to be happening next…..I just need to find out when….