"hfhh" = talking
'mdfjsi' = thinking or memory/flashback
\dgfug/ = location and/or time
/hfrtur/ = text
\Somewhere along a road in Virginia, 8:56 pm/
I cruised along the road, my powder blue Monterey being the only car on the road. I'll never understand why Vlad, my twin brother, had to move out here to Who- the-fuck-knows-where, Virginia. Yawning I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Normally I'd ignore it, but since I was the only one on the road, I decided to answer it.
/Bro-Bro where r u?/ I sighed and hit reply.
/On my wa-/ I dropped my phone and swerved to avoid a child that had appeared in the middle of the road. My car flew off the pavement and overturned on the grass next to it. I felt my seatbelt straining and vaguely wondered why the airbag hadn't deployed. I was kind of glad it didn't, I'd rather not have my face crushed by something trying to protect me. My chest hurt, my head was pounding, and I tasted a little blood in my mouth, but I was glad I wasn't hurt worse. After confirming that my chest was merely bruised, my headache was from the nasty bump on the back of my head, and I'd bitten the inside of my cheek, I thought of a new concern. What about the little boy?
I carefully maneuvered my way out of my formerly precious car, managing to only get a few cuts on my palms and knees from the shattered glass. Standing on the side of the road, I looked around. My headlights stayed on, even though my poor car had been practically destroyed. It illuminated a little way down the road, but no farther than a billboard for the up coming town that read 'Silent Hill'. I felt like I knew something about this place, but I wasn't in the right state of mind to think of it. After prying open the trunk and digging through the junk that feel out, I found my heavy duty flashlight. The weight in my hand and the knowledge that I'd just changed the batteries made me feel a little better about my situation. Pocketing the set of batteries that I kept for it, I walked onto the road to make sure I hadn't just committed my first murder. Bringing the light up to the middle of the road, I saw a boy lying on the ground. Feeling the panic rise in my chest, I ran over. Just as I was about to lean over and see if he was breathing, red eyes shot open. The pale boy stood up, snow white hair blowing in the wind.
"Hey, are you okay?" He just stared at me. "My name's Blake Knox, what's yours?" Still nothing. I was about to ask where he lived when he turned around and began walking down the street. Regaining my sense, I followed him. This kid couldn't be serious, he's gonna get himself killed.
As I followed the small albino, I smelt smoke wafting toward our direction. I lost the pale boy in the haze and suddenly the smoke got thicker. Afraid that the boy had walked his way into a wreck, I ran faster. I came upon a burning house with fire trucks on the lawn. I gasped in horror as a small body was carried out by EMT's. It was a boy that was burnt all over his body. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a woman running away from the scene. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I felt bile rise in my throat. Resisting the urge to empty my stomach and swallowing it back down; I watched them place the bloody, burnt body onto a gurney. His head fell to the side and I felt the urge to scream at the sight of bright red eyes staring straight into mine. It felt like they were piercing my soul and my heart quickened in response to my fear. I felt woozy from holding in my scream and, refusing to let the firemen and paramedics know that some random stranger was watching and running the risk of being accused for setting the fire, I decided the best option was to keep holding it in and pass out.
When I awoke, it was day. Carefully standing up, I attempted to see through the mist surrounding me. It was too thick so I turned my flashlight back on. My attention was drawn to the billboard once again and I felt ready to pass out once more. I finally remembered where I'd heard of Silent Hill from before. The news had shown a whole history of the town and it's horrendous past. It'd also explained how there were many stories of people coming to this town and never returning. Those who did were declared insane and sent to mental hospitals, rambling about evil monsters and children controlling the whole town. The back of the billboard only confirmed my fears. There was no 'You are now leaving…', only the name of the town. If I did make it out, and the stories were right, then I'd be one of those rambling people. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my shaking body. Once I'd gotten my thoughts together, I began to walk down the first sidewalk I came upon. Luckily, I happened upon a map. It didn't look like anyone would need it, so I picked up a brick and smashed the glass.
It was a difficult choice between checking on the boy at the hospital or going to check myself into the sanitarium. I decided that an injured child was more important than my state of mind so I walked to the hospital, jumping at every noise. I tried to convince myself that the noises were from wild animals, but I knew that they weren't. I defiantly needed to visit that sanitarium as soon as possible; my mind is way out of whack. Maybe that car crash knocked something loose in my mind. I looked up to see the entirety of the only building in this town that seemed like the wind couldn't knock it over.
In big letters, over the entrance, were the words 'Alchemilla Hospital'. Alchemilla, that kind of sounds like the name of a band or something. The walls were a dull white with tons of windows on every side. The steps seemed huge. Then again, a lot of things seem gigantic when you're a scrawny, 5'4.5" male. I tried to regulate my breathing as I began my trek up the steps. Just because I was in a strange town that was said to be cursed doesn't mean I want people to know I'm freaked out. I managed to regulate my breathing, earning myself a cramp in my side, only to find that there was nobody at the receptionist's desk.
"Okay, maybe they're on break." I mumbled, ignoring the fact that I was deranged enough to start talking to myself.
After half an hour of waiting, I decided that they defiantly were not on break. Just as I was about to go check in the back for people, I got a call. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was my brother. I answered, but all I could hear was static.
"Hello?"
"Blake" I heard, blasting through the static.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Where….you…..worried."
"What? I can't understand you, my signal's bad here."
"…you…hurry….need help."
"Help? Why do you need help Vlad. Hello? Are you still there? Vladimir say something!" The line cut off and my heart sunk to my stomach and sat heavily, like a stone. It grew even heavier when I realized that there was no way for me to reach my brother from here. My car was totaled, it was too far to walk, and it looked like there was no one in town to get a ride from. Not that I'd trust a stranger, but still.
Deciding that there was no use moping around (read: after crying for half an hour), I stood and walked back into the hospital hallway. I tried all the doors and none of them worked. Guess there's no bathroom breaks until later. I continued to the next hall and a blur, roughly the shape of a child, got into the elevator at the end. I ran after it, but wasn't quick enough. There was a "ding" and the little needle showed that the elevator had gone up to level two. I couldn't go to another floor, even if I wanted to, all the other buttons were broken. This hall was the same as the last, desolate and misty. The only exception was that one of the doors opened. The interior was a normal hospital room, but the bed had blood stains on it. I was just glad that the smell hadn't lingered. There was a big mirror on the wall and I had a bad feeling about it.
I blinked and suddenly the boy from the road had appeared in the mirror. Deciding to skip over a sad attempt to understand why he was only on one side of the mirror, I walked over to it. The boy put his hand on the mirror and I pressed mine against it.