!DISCLAIMER: I do not own Silent Hill 4: The Room!
Senseless
After some of the furor of the Walter Sullivan Case Round Two had died down somewhat, Henry Townshend, planned to be the last victim of the sacrificial murders, set aside some time for the somber task of cleaning out Room 302 of some of the things that he would no longer need. He figured that he wouldn't have to set aside any boxes for donating some of the various weapons he had collected in the Other Worlds, for no one else could possibly have need for them.
Combing through the large chest sitting on the floor next to the TV, which was left absentmindedly on some music video channel, he almost felt nostalgic. He never really used the golf clubs, although in hindsight, he entertained the idea of picking the sport up as a hobby. He never drank regularly, yet, when his adventures in the Other Worlds began, there it was: the bottle of white wine in his refrigerator. Maybe it had something to do with Andrew DeSalvo. That was a disturbing thought. He never took that seriously as a weapon, either. He tossed the clubs and the broken bottle into the garbage can that he had dragged into the living room with him.
He left some of the items in the chest, just in case: the pistol and what ammo he had left, Richard Braintree's revolver, the Pickaxe of Despair, and the Saint Medallions and the Holy Candles. He never recognized the young, fair-haired woman carrying a baby whose image had been carved into the Medallions, but was thankful for their effect of protecting Eileen and himself from the ghosts.
Distracted by those thoughts and others, he reached the bottom of the chest and touched something soft and plush. It could have only been one thing...
Oh.
He debated even picking it up, but... it was just a doll. He decided to pick it up and look at it, as another act of defying Walter.
He remembered when he picked it up. They had met on the stairs in South Ashfield Heights' Other World. Walter told the tale of how "Miss Galvin" had given him the doll, and then gave it to Henry in turn. Henry took the doll without thinking it could have been a trap or anything sneaky or cruel.
Still holding the doll, Henry sat in one of the chairs at the kitchen counter and just stared at it, which was oddly difficult. That was one memory that he could definitely afford to lose.
He entertained the idea of the doll being Walter's idea of a prank, a single bright spot in his... personality. It was slightly distressing to realize that he was trying to humanize him after everything that had happened.
Everything he'd done to them...
He thought that there was something wrong with his trying and failing to feel angry about that. He wasn't angry at all. He was sad, if anything. Sad and disappointed in the circumstances that had pitted he and Walter against one another, because if Walter had had just one friend...
No.
With his personality, Walter would have become as obsessed with that friend as he was with his mother. He would smother and stalk them, and...
Walter Sullivan was someone who could never function in society.
Henry turned around and tossed the doll in the garbage can. With Walter gone, the curse of the doll couldn't affect him anymore.
Then he left Room 302 and dumped out the contents of the garbage can into one of the dumpsters outside. It was supposed to be a healing step, but didn't really feel like it yet.
A/N: Wow, this story turned out a bit different than I imagined it to be. My imagination just won't behave lately.