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Silent Hill: Forgotten Sister
Chapter 1: The Dream
Alex's POV:
St. Gregory Park
Thursday; October 15, 2011
11:22 p.m.
Instead of spending my stressed out days like everyone else who like to sleep or drink or go to therapy, I like to spend them by going to St. Gregory Park, the park that is down the street from my house, to smoke pot. Before I go on a rant about how stressed I am, I'll go on a rant about smoking weed. Yes I smoke weed and no I don't care what y'all think. I don't care if it's bad for you. I don't care if it makes you stink. I smoke to reduce the stress and to have a good time. I am pretty sure other people do the same thing too. I've been smoking it for a few years and I am perfectly fine. If smoking pot helps me relax and makes me happy unlike any legal medication or therapy help, I am sticking with it. I don't really care what anyone says about it. We all have our own opinions and my opinion is, weed rocks!
Anyways, whenever I go smoking, I usually go during the night after work or at my friend's apartment or at parties. When I go during the night, I usually go right after work because it's dark and no one really hangs out at the park this last, well except me. Second, once in a while I go to my friend's apartment and we'll be hitting bongs like crazy but he's been gone on vacation for a while so that sucks. Lastly, I smoke for fun at parties. The thing that sucks though is that there has not been a part y in ages. There has been high school parties but it'd be so weird to show up since I am a 23 year old man. I usually smoke due to stress but once in a while I'll smoke for fun whenever I have the chance.
Back to reality and being stressed, I had a long stressful day due to work and overtime. I did not want to work overtime because I was so tired from the day before but I had no choice because I hate saying no to my boss. Randy is not scary or anything; he's actually a very great man. He does a lot for me and he's been really close friends with my parents ever since the beginning of time. Anyways, my boss mentioned that I needed the money. I did not argue with him because he was right.
I was lying on the grass, under my favorite tree,an oak tree to be exact, smoking a blunt and gazing up at the stars. The stars tonight are very beautiful. I'm not saying it cause I'm high. Laugh out loud! I thought. I am not even buzzed! Aha, anyways, I'm just saying it because it's true. Sometimes I ponder what it's like to be a star? There has always been that saying, 'shine like a star' or 'be a star' and it gets you thinking if you can actually be a freaking star! Do you die and float into the sky and fuse with the gas and everything to be a star? What if you died and fused with your zodiac constellation? That would be so fucking cool if it happened!
I placed the blunt to my lips and inhaled the sweetness of the pineapple express. After a couple of seconds, I pulled the stick out and blew the sweet smoke into the air, making rings. I've been thinking. Sometimes I wish life could be as easy as the stars but sometimes I don't. I doubt stars have their easy life but you know what I mean. Then again, think about it. If life was easy, we'd be getting everything we want and bad stuff wouldn't happen. Basically we'd be living a boring life if it was easy and that is why we all have obstacles.
I put the stick to my lips again but then I noticed that the stick was tiny which meant that I was almost done.
"Well damn," I sighed.
Before starting a new stick, I quickly finished up the old one. I'll be going into my second blunt and I hope I start to feel high. My first blunt didn't buzz me that much and I'm annoyed.
I sat up and grabbed my backpack. I opened it up and took out a newspaper and my box of weed. As I opened my box, I noticed I was running low on weed. Great! I thought. Just great! My first blunt didn't buzz me that much and now I am running low on weed? Awesome! Just freaking awesome! To make things better, my dealer is out of town for the next few days. Jesus freaking Christ man! What should I do?! Should I conserve this weed until she gets back or should I smoke it now?... Haha nah! I'll just use it now and go to Jeff's apartment and take some. He won't mind.
As I rolled up my second stick, I heard a soft voice singing a lullaby that sounded exactly like 'I'm a Little Teapot.'
"I'm a little teapot short and stout," sang the soft little voice. "Here is my handle, here is my spout."
Are you fucking kidding me?! I thought. That voice sounds like a little girl and that means that this little girl is possibly with her family and if her family catches me with illegal substances, I am done for. I have to get out of here before I'm seen...
WAIT! WHAT THE HELL IS A FAMILY DOING HERE AT A PARK THIS LATE! I thought. I just realized this. What the hell man! So much for my alone time...
Angrily and quickly, I threw all my items inside my bag and got up, making my way towards the gate.
"For fuck sake," I mumbled under my breath.
I'm not even high yet and the fact that I have to go home not feeling high pisses me off. That means I have to deal with my parents for being late. Especially my mom.
As I was about to open the gate, the singing stopped and a soft voice finally spoke up.
"Where are you going?" questioned the little voice.
Jesus Christ! I thought. This kid saw me! I need to leave now.
I opened the gate and as soon as I was about to step out, the voice called for me again.
"Friend!" she cried. "Come back!"
Suddenly I felt something grasp the back of my left arm which gave me a heart attack. My heart began to race. I quickly turned around and spotted a little girl who looked like she was seven or eight years old. I looked towards the swings and around the park. I noticed the little girl was alone and it was just me and her.
. . .
The little girl had shoulder length brown hair which was in pigtails. In her pigtails were two big checkered pink and black bows. She wore a black, white and pink checkered dress with a flower around her waist and a baby pink cardigan with black flats. Her eyes were wide and hazel brown. Whenever I looked into her eyes, it had scared me because I saw a mix of myself and my mom in her.
"Who are you?" I finally asked as I grabbed my arm away from her. "What do you want from me?"
The little girl stared at me like I was an alien for some time and finally decided to say something. I am not going to lie but I am scared. This little girl is here at the park alone and I have no idea what to do. I hate dealing with kids, especially strange kids like this one.
"EWW!" she cried as she ignored my question. "YOU STINK!"
So she smells the weed, eh? I thought. I kind of figured the stench of weed would have been brought up sooner or later. It doesn't smell that bad though. It's a sweet pineapple smell and I don't understand how I stink. It was rude of the little girl to point it out but that's okay. I'll get her back.
"Huh?" I said confused. "That's a weird name but it's nice to meet you Eww You Stink."
The little girl glared at me.
"Grrr," she grunted angrily.
"Well Ew You Stink," I giggled. "Why are you here alone?"
"GRR!" screamed the light brown eyed girl.
The little girl decided it was okay to punch me in the gut. I grasped my stomach with both hands. That actually hurt for a little girl punching me.
"Damn kid!" I cried out. "Why'd you do that for? I was just messing with you!"
"That is not my name," scoffed the little girl. "I was just telling you that you were stinky."
I rolled my eyes.
"I do not stink," I informed. "I smell like pineapples."
"LIAR!" screamed the little girl. "You smell like marijuana."
"How do you know what that smells like?" I quickly questioned.
"I know a man who does that," informed the little girl.
What the fuck? I thought. Who the hell does she hang around with?
"Well you should stay away from that man," I informed.
"Yea yea," stated the light brown eyed girl as she covered her nose.
I do not stink...
I took a deep breath and let it out.
"Seriously," I said annoyed. "What is your name?"
"None ya business," informed the brown haired girl rudely.
I rolled my eyes again. I can tell this girl will be a pain in the ass. No she won't cause she already is.
"Okay," I said. "Why are you here alone? Where's your mom and dad?"
The little girl stared at me again but this time it looked like she was about to cry. She stared at the ground, quietly.
"Your mom and your da-
"I don't have a mom and dad," the little girl interrupted me.
Shit...I thought.
"Oooh," I said awkwardly. "I am so sorry about that. I am so sorry I asked."
The fact that she said that destroyed me. I don't think I'll ever forget this moment.
"It's okay," said the little girl. "I live with my grandpa though. He takes good care me."
Obviously he doesn't if he lets a little seven/eight year old wander around the park during the night.
"Where is your grandpa?" I asked.
"He's at work," replied the little girl.
My eyes widened.
"And he leaves you home alone?" I questioned.
"Yes and no," replied the little girl. "He leaves my big sister in charge and after he leaves for work, she goes out with his friends and leaves me home alone."
It annoys me that a teen or an adult leaves a little kid alone. Honestly, it scares me that this little girl is out on her own because it's dark and dangerous. I know I wanted to leave the little girl earlier but that was because I assumed she was with a family but she is not. I don't want to watch her but I have no choice but to do so because I'd feel guilty if she got kidnapped or even worse, raped or killed.
"Hey," I said. "You should go home because it's dangerous out here. It's dark."
"No," stated the little girl. "I'm fine."
I facepalmed. Of course she'd say no! I thought. What a brat!
"Look kid," I said. "I got to go home soon and I want you to go home. I can't leave you here alone."
"Yes you can," argued the brown haired girl. "I've been to the park millions of times alone."
"Bad things could happen right now," I argued back. "Don't argue with me!"
"Hmm," mumbled the brown haired girl.
She crossed her arms and turned her back towards me, making weird mumbling noises. Finally, the little girl turned around with a realization and grabbed my hand, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Come play with me!" she said in an excited high pitched voice as she tugged on both my hands.
It wasn't a question but more of a demand. Originally, I came here to the park to enjoy some alone time and smoke some spot and not play with random little girls. But this girl came out of nowhere and gave me a heart attack and starts calling me friend. I need to go home.
The little girl tugged on my hands harder and made some grunting noises which broke my train of thought.
"Please play with me?!" she made a puppy face as she begged.
Her face, I thought. It's very cute and it is killing me. I'm not going to lie but children's puppy faces are a weakness of mine.
I sighed.
"Seriously why?" I asked trying to be as rude as possible so the little girl can leave me alone. "I told you that I had to go home soon. I don't have time to play."
"Well Mr. Stinky Pants, I've been thinking," said the brown haired girl. "If you really want me to go home, then you should play with me."
"Look kid," I said. "As much as I want to play with you, I can't because I have things to go do. Very important things to do."
As soon as I said that, the little girl's lip started to quiver and her eyes got watery.
"But but…" she softly said.
Oh god! I thought. I am not in the mood to be dealing with crybabies! Ah for fucks sake!
If she cries, she'll scream. If she screams, people will hear and call the cops. And when the cops are called, I am screwed. I just wanted alone time!
"Hey hey now" I quickly said. "I was just kidding, I was just being silly!"
The little girl gave me a mean look, crossed her arms and pouted.
"Look kid," I sighed. "I don't mind staying for a little longer and play with you. We can play whatever you want."
I want to cry, I thought.
"Yay!" the little girl yelled as she jumped with excitement.
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. By the end of the game, I'll be having gray hairs, I thought.
"Since I only have a short amount of time, what do you wanna play?" I asked.
"Umm…" mumbled the little brown haired girl.
Great, I thought. Just fucking great! She almost started to cry because I wouldn't play with her and when I finally gave in, she doesn't know what game to play. Just dandy!
"Well?" I calmly asked.
The little girl poked me in the chest, which surprised me, and took off running to the other side of the park.
"YOU'RE IT!" she giggled.
The little girl crawled under a hole in the wall that led to the woods.
"Are you- are you fucking kidding me?" I said angrily. "Get back here!"
"Come and get me!" giggled the little girl.
It was dark and I couldn't see much. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and turned the flash on. I made my way after the little brat.
. . .
Since the hole was too small for me, I ended up climbing the wall, which was no problem, and jumped down. My feet stung a little bit but eventually I'll get over it. The little girl was up ahead and I began to run.
What I do not understand is, why did she run in the woods? Wouldn't she be scared? It's dark and God knows what might happen. Honestly, I have goosebumps from being here.
"If you really want me to go home, then you should run faster and catch me," giggled the little girl.
"Grr!" I grunted in annoyance.
This girl, I thought. She is seriously something else.
As I was running, for some odd reason I felt so out of shape. I don't understand why if I go run every morning and go to the gym. It has nothing to do with pot that's for sure…
Anyways, I kept running no matter what. I finally caught up to her but when I was about to grab her, something flew to the side of me, causing me to jump back and stop. I turned to the left and saw an arrow, that was on fire, in the tree. ... HOLY FUCKING SHIT! SOMEONE IS OUT THERE!
I shined the light around the area where the arrow came from. I noticed on my right was a shadow hiding in the trees. I quickly looked back at the path and the little girl was nowhere to be found. Holy fuck!
"Little girl!" I called out. "Come back!"
No response.
"Shit," I muttered.
I started to run down the path again. I hope that this is some kind of lame ass joke and I hope the little girl is fine.
I ran up a hill that was an overview of Toluca Lake. I stopped to take a breath and I noticed down below that the little girl was stuck. She couldn't climb the fence or else she would get hurt. She also couldn't turn back or else I would have caught her. Basically the fence is blocking her path forward and I am blocking from behind.
Suddenly, another arrow flew by me, almost hitting me. I was lucky to jump back.
"WHO IS OUT THERE?!" I yelled. "FUCKING STOP!"
I noticed that I was yelling and the little girl noticed me. She started to climb the fence.
"Oh no you don't!" I muttered under my breath.
I ran down the hill. As I reached the fence, I grabbed the little girl by the waist and put her down on the ground.
"I FOUND YOU!" I yelled.
The little girl squealed in excitement.
"Ok ok," said the brown eyed girl. "You got me Alex."
Alex? What the hell? I never told her my name.
"How-how do you know my name?" I questioned uncomfortably
The little girl giggled.
Another arrow flew by and got caught in the fence which started to slowly burn the fence. What the-?
"Come on!" I said angrily as I roughly grabbed the little girl's wrist. "Let's go!"
I started making my way back but the little girl pulled her arm back which let go of my grip.
"But why?!" pouted the brown haired girl. "The fun is about to begin?"
"What fun?!" I cried out as I faced the brown haired brat. "Someone is out there trying to kill us! Come on, I'll take you home."
The little girl giggled. It was obvious that she wasn't taking this serious.
"Ok, fine," I said. "Since you don't want to take this seriously, I am going to leave you here alone."
I am not though. I would never leave a little kid alone. I only said this so she can stop being a brat and go home.
The little girl giggled once again and ran past me.
"Hey! Where are you going?!" I questioned as I quickly turned around.
As I turned around, I saw a tall man dressed in black pointing an arrow at me. He shot an arrow in my throat.
END OF DREAM...
Tuesday: September 16, 2011.
4:15 a.m.
"Ah!" I gasped.
*breathes heavily*
I woke up the worse way possible by waking up scared and sweaty. My chest hurt and it felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I looked down at my hands and I couldn't see anything. It was foggy as hell. I looked around my surrounding and I noticed I was in my car. I finally remembered where I was now and why. After work I drove my car ,a 2007 white Mustang GT,into the alley so I can park it in my backyard because I was going to change the oil on it tomorrow. I also noticed that I was hotboxing in my car. Hehe. Anyways, I must have fell asleep without noticing. I sighed and grabbed my stuff. I took my phone out to check the time.
4:16 a.m.
Damn, I thought. I've been 'gone' for some while. Damn it! I thought. Now I am going to have to hear it from my mom tomorrow!
I sighed.
I got out of my car, grabbing all my stuff, feeling high as fuck and hungry as fuck. My mom should be awake in two hours to make Joshua and dad breakfast but I don't think I can wait two hours. I need food like right now!
Before I entered the backyard, I rolled my windows down so the stench can leave my car. After that, I entered the backyard. Instead of going inside the house, I decided to crash inside of Josh's tree house. Usually when I come home smelling like weed, I crash in Josh's tree house until everyone leaves the house. The sucky thing is, Josh doesn't have food in here and I am not feeling about going inside.
I took my shoes off and laid back in one of Josh's bean bag chair. Some dream that was, I thought. Who the hell were those people? Did the guy kill the little girl? What if the little girl had relations to the guy? Like her uncle or brother that she didn't mention? Couldn't be her dad cause she doesn't have parents. Most importantly how the hell does she know my name? I never once told her my name. Unless I had my name tag on but I doubt it. Well whatever, I thought. Hopefully I never have dreams like this again.
You know what they say about dreams, right? They say that if you dream something there is a seventy five percent chance that that dream will come true. Basically there is a seventy five percent chance that I will meet a little girl who will possibly lead me to my death.
What a brat.