Prologue
Silent Hill
The sky was dark; the house dim; the neighbors playing loud Hispanic music. How is it that I always get stuck next to the people that ALWAYS play fucking loud music? Gawd damn it! I guess I can read the mail I got today.
I stood up out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed the computer room light was on. I entered the room and Allison was using the Apple Notebook.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, angrily.
She looked up at me then answered, "Writing to my penpal," she snapped. I shook my head then smiled.
"M'kay," I replied then left for the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and took out a Monster Energy Drink. Then I drank it…
I looked over the mail and noticed nothing important. "Water bill, gas bill, electric bill, porn bill...dish bill…WHAT THE FUCK! TAXES! NO!" I screamed. Then I heard a squeal and rapid running down the stairs. I looked over at the stairs and saw Allison running towards me at a rapid speed.
She looked as if she was about to pass out. I nearly laughed. "Dude, dude, dude, dude guess what," she asked.
I looked around the kitchen as if looking for an answer. Of course that's idiotic and impossible, so I just turned back to Allison. "What…?" I asked in a monotone voice.
"Ok, you know my penpal?" She asked. I nodded. "Well, he's going to be in Silent Hill in a couple of days, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me,"
I stared at her for about a couple of seconds then took a sip of my Monster. "No," I said. Then I began heading towards the stairs. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try to sleep and block out the music that is so fucking loud,"
"Oh okay," she said softly. Then I heard shuffling of paper. "Hey look, a letter from Cartman,"
I stopped almost immediately and ran towards her grabbing the letter from her hands. I tore it open, nearly tearing the letter itself. I opened it and began reading:
Hey Jake,
YOU BETTER GO TO SILENT HILL, HO!
AND YOU BETTER RESPECT MY FUCKING AUTHORITAH!
I read the letter once more then smiled feeling my face burn up. "Apparently I'm going to Silent Hill," I said. "Well, I'm going to go pack," I said, heading for my room, which was infested with posters of Eric Cartman. Yes…I stalk Cartman in my free time.
I heard more shuffling of Papers. "Hey look, Taxes Bill,"
"FUCK!"