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A/N: SCREW YOU, SILENT HILL!!! INSTEAD OF WRITING REPORTS FOR MY UNIVERSITY, I SIT ON FF AND WRITE FRIGGIN' SH FANFICTION!!! SCREW YOU!!!I'M GONNA GET ALL THE BAD MARKS!!!

Lol. Don't pay attention. It was a scream of my conscience :)

After long thinking I decided to try multi-chapter 'something' again. And once again, I didn't manage to create the whole story in my mind, only the oneshots. However, I decided to try something new in that oneshots. Here you will see only dialogues of our favourites. It appeared not so easy to write, as I'd thought, but in general I don't complain about the results.

However, as usual, you are my judges, dear readers ^_^ I'm very grateful to everyone who reads my stories and who - as I hope - will enjoy these ones.

What is more, I'm thinking about -

*deep sigh and drum rolls*-

to take some requests! Hooray. Actually, I have some ideas for the future chapters, but some day they will went out - so I' ll be very glad to try writing something for somebody :) If you like this idea, of course :)

So, the first fic concerns a night conversation between Heather(or Cheryl, as you like ;) )and Douglas... uh... don't ask.


Let's listen to: Heather & Douglas

"Hello, and firstly I inform you I'm not interested in products of your company, and in general it was completely impolite of you to friggin' call me up at three o'clock at night. So I have a great request for you - for goodness sake, FORGET my number, and good night. I wish you not to sell any of your..."

"Hi, Douglas. Actually, I don't sell anything, don't worry."

"Cheryl?! In the name of...Have you seen the clock?! It's..."

"Yeah, I know it's 3 a.m., and I'm very sorry. Did really that guys make you such angry?"

"They did, believe me, they did. Once I will have to buy something from that damn company just to get rid of them!.. Well, it's nice, actually. I could have slept at least for two hours already - but now I sit at the phone, speaking with a for-some-reason-sleepless girl. What's up, Cheryl?"

"I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I've just needed to hear a voice...a familiar human voice, you see."

"The doctor said it's a normal reaction."

"Phah, A DOCTOR! Don't remind me!"

"Are you gonna blame me for my reccomendation for you to go and see a psychologist during all my life?"

"Be sure, Douglas."

"But Cheryl, I did see your condition..."

"Yeah, yeah. Stress, fear of the past, fear of the future, normal reaction, depression, insomnia...I'm tired of that crap."

"It's not supposed to be crap, and you know it. It's what you have to overlive."

"I know it, easy, calm down. Anyway, discussion of my psychological condition doesn't seem to help me to fall asleep."

"Have you taken your pills?"

"Oh no, not antidepressants again. They make me sick."

"But they seemed to help you, or am I wrong?"

"Effect isn't much great, you know. I wish I could throw them away...Please, let me throw them away!"

"Do you remember that you have a full course, Cheryl? Until you finish it, you can't stop taking them."

"You sound just like my doctor, and it scares me. Okay, I promise I'll finish the course. Just in order to let you sleep well."

"Speaking about sleep, you still have problems with it, as I can judge from your call."

"Yes. I have nightmares."

"Very interesting..."

"Douglas, I see everything. I see Silent Hill. I see darkness, blood, rust. In my dreams this town is even worse than it is in reality, it's worse than hell. And I hear Dad, I feel his hand touching mine. He is speaking to me, even though I don't see him, and I always forget his words after awaking. One thing I can say surely - his voice defeats all the fear. I miss him, Douglas, I miss him..."

"I know. I know it's painful. But it means Harry will never leave you. He loves you and he will support you whatever happens. Hold on."

"I'm going to visit his grave on Friday. Will you accompany me?"

"Sure, girl."

"Thanks. Oh...You know, now it feels much better. Perhaps, I'll even take a pill and go to bed...Or even two..."

"Two?! Have you gone nuts, Cheryl? It's overdose and it's very dangerous!"

"HA, I tricked you! I remember the dose brilliantly, just wanted to check how well YOU remember it. You've listened to my Doc really attentively."

"Goddamnit, Cheryl, one day you will have to pay for my funeral."

"Certainly, but wait until I earn my first million!"

"With your outstanding talent to shock people you will earn million of millions, I believe."

"Your belief keeps me up, Douglas. Well, maybe it's time to say good night? I'll call you on Friday."

"I beg you not to do it at 3 a.m."

"Ha-ha, I'll think of it. Bye."

"Bye...Hey, Heather, don't forget your pills...! Oh God, I've meant Cheryl..."