A story of a troubled writer searching for "the answer" when he suddenly finds himself having recurring memories of his past—a past that he doesn't seem to recognise at first. When a friend calls him up and asks to take her to Silent Hill, his memory lapses heighten and the story of his life begin to piece together. Will he then find "the answer"?
Told completely in stream of consciousness.
Episode One: Upon Entry
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but when I saw it pass by me the other day I was pretty sure that I wasn't: It was a large behemoth that stormed across the dirt path in the park. I didn't mind much to the matter because I was occupied with other matters at the time. I have a deadline to meet and I wasn't even half way done with the script when I received the call requesting my draft. I told my editor that I would have it to him completely finished and perfect by the end of this week, on Sunday. Today is Monday.
Anyway, I let the thought of my deadline pass, but I couldn't stop thinking about that thing. I was staring up at my bedroom ceiling, lying on my bed, peering my mind as to what that thing was. I closed my eyes and saw black and probed my brain until I saw something on the other side.
I could see a little girl running, no, skipping somewhere in town. Her little dress was the most vibrant of colours from the image. I immediately recognised her as my neighbour from when I was eleven. I can't remember her name though. What was it? I can't even remember what it started with.
My eyes were still closed, and I still saw the little girl skipping through town. I followed her all the way. We passed by the old flower shop and then suddenly we appeared in the old neighbourhood where we lived. She lived just two houses down from where I lived, but she didn't go to her own house. Instead, she went to mine. So I followed her. I opened the front door and walked in. I could hear my mother's voice being carried throughout the house as she prepared dinner for the family.
I closed the door behind me and then I heard my mother call to me, "Aidan, is that you?"
"Yes," I replied. I walked over to the coat hanger and took off my little coat and hung it there. Funny, I don't ever remember getting dirt on my coat.
I walked to the den next, where I found Dad and Dennis, my older brother. They paid no attention to me as I walked through, the only time they ever said anything to me was when I crossed their path between them and the TV, to which they protested. They were watching their stupid football game. So I walked to the kitchen and found Mother at the stove stirring a pot.
"Hi honey," she said, looking over to me. Mother was the only person in the house who didn't mind my presence. "Back from playing already?" she queried.
I looked up into her pretty face and said, "I was chasing — and then she came in here. Did you see her?"
"Who?" Mother said.
"—. I saw her come in here."
Then Mother stopped what she was doing and looked at me. She didn't look angry or sad, but she told me to go to my room. All I heard her say was that I was eleven and a big boy now and shouldn't be "doing that," whatever that meant. So I went to my bedroom upstairs. As I was walking up the stairs, however, I heard the little girl laugh. It was coming from my room! I ran up the stairs suddenly, almost tripping on my shoelaces as I did so, and burst through my bedroom doors.
I reopened my eyes and saw that the sun was already setting. My apartment was filled with a subtle orange glow and it still felt warm somehow. The phone was ringing so I walked over to it and picked up the receiver.
"Hello," I said.
"Aidan?"
"Yeah. Who is this?"
"Hi, it's —." (My ears popped suddenly and I completely missed her name. I felt bad so I didn't ask for it again.)
"Oh, hi," I said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. But, um, I was wondering if you could take me somewhere right now? It's sort of urgent, but I understand if you cant. I mean, I know you have that script to write and all before Sunday. But—" she stopped and took a breath.
"What?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you could take me into —?"
'I could put my script off for one more night,' I thought. So I said, "Yeah, sure. When did you want to go?"
"Now. I'm in front of your apartment. I was passing by and suddenly remembered that I needed a ride to get to —, so I thought of you. I hope it's not a problem with you."
"No, not at all. Not like I was actually doing anything anyway. Okay, so I'll see you in a few. 'Kay, bye."
I hung up the receiver and walked over to my closet, which was to the right of my bed. I pulled out my coat and threw it over my shoulder and made way for the door.
I opened my door and ran in. I looked around but I couldn't find her. Where did she go? I looked through my closet and searched under my bed but I found no one. I was looking through my dressers when Mother finally called me down for dinner. So I ceased my search and walked over to the door and walked out of my apartment.
I was walking down the hallway when a man with a long brown coat said hi to me and a woman with a red dress waved her little hand at me. It was my neighbour from two doors down and his whore. They're extremely loud at night and sometimes they keep me up. It's quite annoying, really.
I took the elevator down because I wasn't in the mood for walking three flights of stairs. I finally left the apartment and put on my coat. The girl who I was talking to over the phone was waiting there. She smiled when she saw me and came over and gave me a hug, so I hugged her back. When she released me I noticed that she had a bouquet of flowers in her hands, so I asked her what they were for and she said that they were for her grandmother.
We then walked to my car and started on our way out of town. She was silent throughout almost the entire ride there, save for when she would give me directions; I didn't want to ask any questions because I guess that's just in my nature.
Finally, when we were almost more than halfway there (she was giving me directions all the way through because I honestly did not know how to get there) I spotted the sign that read "Silent Hill 5 miles". That name sounded familiar somehow.
"Hey, Aidan, do you wanna stop for something to eat? I'm hungry." The girl said, rubbing he hand on her stomach.
"Dennis, don't do that with your fork!" Mother cried out as Dennis began shoving his fork down his throat. For an eighteen-year-old he sure wasn't smart. Mother hovered around the dinner table, scooping large amounts of mashed sweet potato onto our plates and even larger amounts of stuffing. Father would of course carve the turkey first and give a share to Mother, then Dennis, then me, and then himself.
"Careful with that knife, Robert," Mother said. "Aidan! Robert! Stop! Aidan! Aidan! Watch out!"
"Aidan! Watch out!"
I had let go of the steering wheel, but I could feel that it was already too late. The car began to go off the road, bumping up and down, violently. I could feel myself getting sick. My vision was even blurring and suddenly the world went white for a second and then green and then white again and then normal and then blurry again. But not only was everything blurry, the world around me began to shake. I could hear her screaming. She was screaming my name. She even tried to grab onto the steering wheel but the motion was too violent that she couldn't even hold on—I couldn't even hold on.
And then something hit us. Or we hit something. I don't know. My head was feeling like it split and then everything went black…