Shattered

Story By: Liz The Weird Rating: Teen (Contains some swearing)
Based Upon: The Silent Hill game series

Disclaimer: This story is currently being worked upon. It is something that I will be writing during my entire 11th grade year. It's originally for my own personal entertainment, but I am nice enough to show my friends my works of writing.
This IS based upon Silent Hill as you saw from above, but it's about my character's history. Silent Hill just HAPPENS to be the setting and the main idea as well. As for that, this story deals with the problems that people go through in real life. This one is about drug addiction, stress, and a whole bunch of other things.

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A click was heard as the door was unlocked, being calmly pushed open by a young man in his 20's, who happened to be carrying a single brown paper bag full of groceries.
The young man had set the bag on the table before glancing around in his apartment. It had only been a few weeks since he moved into Woodside, also remembering the time that he had applied for a job at the Brookhaven Hospital. He was still waiting for a call. He picked up the grocery bad that he had set on the table earlier ago and began putting away all of the items that he purchased into the fridge, the cupboards, and the freezer.

His attention was quickly drawn to the phone as it suddenly began to ring, shutting the fridge door and picking it up off of the hook. He had held the phone up to his ear, speaking into it.
"Hello…?"

"Yeah, is this Mr. Westlan's apartment?" a young lady's voice had said, on the other line.

By the time that he had heard the lady's voice, he had gotten this sudden look of hope upon his young features. "Yes!" he quickly answered with a confidant smile. "What is it?"

"I was notified of your application that you sent to us. It looks very good! You're pretty much accepted, so you can start your job tommrow!

"R-Really?" He said, hearing the words that he had been longing to hear, for what seemed to be ages for him. "Okay, what time should I come in?" He had asked.

"Around… 6:30 in the morning."

"Got it." He said. "Thanks!" And with that, he hung up, putting the phone back on the hook. He was delighted, and more then happy to get accepted into Brookhaven, which was a job that he had been hoping to get for years.