"I know I didn't make the best first impression, but come on!" Cheryl ignored the drunken man stumbling a few yards behind her. "Cheryl! Baby!" Her blind date was not the "charming, cultured" guy her friend Miranda had described when she set them up. And the "upper-class yet hip" venue they were set to dine at was nothing more than an over-crowding club with festering with alcohol and hormones. This became evident when after her date's sixth- no, seventh? Eighth? - drink, he was seen making out with another girl. As if he hadn't been obnoxious enough during their meal, talking about sports cars and "bitches" as he gulped down drink after drink. Overall, Cheryl had not had a good night. She was trying to lose him as she made her way to the subway.
God, he's almost as annoying as those monsters back in that town. This thought surprised Cheryl. She hadn't thought about that place in months… And she liked it that way. A lot had changed after her traumatic ordeal in that foggy, desolate place. It had been three years, though it sometimes felt longer. She had moved with Douglas, and began going by her real name- Cheryl. She also let her dark hair grow out. After her last year of high school, she got into a good little university in the center of town and even moved in with a friend she met there- the same friend responsible for this disastrous date. Miranda, I am so going to get you for this, Cheryl thought as she stomped along the sidewalk.
Her "date" was still sputtering as he continued to follow after her. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm. "Come on-" Before he could get the rest of his sentence out, Cheryl had smacked him across the face. He stumbled backwards a bit as he let go of her arm, shocked. She turned around, "Don't ever touch me." She started to walk off once more when he took her arm again, but in a more violent manner. "I'll do what I want," he yelled at her as he grabbed her other arm as well. Cheryl began thrashing around, to loosen his grip. Fuck, he's actually kind of strong. He raised his fist, and Cheryl turned her head and winced- SNAP! She felt a tiny bit of warm liquid splash across her face. She turned her head back and slowly opened her eyes as she felt his grip on her arms loosen and completely fall away.
At first, all she saw was how distorted the guy's neck was, and the areas where his skin has actually ripped open. As his limp body fell to the ground, she saw who had actually caused it. Standing in front of her was that creature. That creature from that place she wanted to forget, but never could… Silent Hill.