Silent Hill Resurrected: Chapter2
The Truth Behind New Life

The sounds Mary could hear going down that footpath. God those sounds! It was as if the all the creatures of Hell had gathered to scream at her as she walked. Yet it was frighteningly quite too. It was something that seemed unexplainable. Even though Mary could hear them everywhere they sounded so distant; so desperately angry, far off, and alone. Every crackle of dirt or leaf Mary stepped on sounded louder to her, more frightening then she could ever imagine and she had now idea why.

Perhaps it was the not knowing. Not knowing where she was, where she was headed, where she would end up has always been a frightening aspect of her life. Mary had always thought that Marriage would bring her that security, or at the very least someone she could depend on to help her figure those things out. It didn't. Despite how much Mary loved James she never felt secure with him. Never once did Mary feel financially or even emotionally secure with James.

The financial insecurity Mary could handle. After all she knew James was just a clerk at the local general store when she agreed to Mary him. For richer or poorer, right? But the emotionally insecurity, that was another matter. Even though it was partially her fault, that feeling of insecurity. In the beginning of the marriage James would run off to strip joints and hid porn from her. She could reason as best as she could that it shouldn't bother her. That it was just porn, it meant nothing. But inside Mary felt jealous. When Mary fell ill she literally watched James become distant to her. Staying away from her more and more. From the first day she decided that they couldn't afford the treatment to save her life (it wasn't guaranteed to work anyway.) he moved away from her building an emotional wall made of solid steal and coated in diamonds between them. What could she do? It left her with a hole she desperately needed…

The mustard yellow dust began to merge with the brown dirt of the graveyard up ahead. Mary looked up to see she was quickly approaching a small church surrounded by a tiny old graveyard. It had a large brown brick fence surrounding it, and a beautiful metal entranceway. It was that little church just outside of Silent Hill, What was its name? Thinking back Mary never really did know the name of it. She saw it one day on their honeymoon as James and she were walking around taking in the sights. Mary knew from the moment she saw that church she would have to go in it. It was so old a bit decrepit yet peaceful and inviting looking. Mary couldn't resist.

Mary remembered when she forced James to go to a sermon there. James never was very religious and he always hated going to any church sermon. That's not to say that Mary was a strict adherent, but rather that she found sermons soothing to listen to. Now that Mary looked back on it she could remember why she made James go. She could have gone alone, and dealt with much less whining to boot. Probably because they had just been married and Mary wanted to spend every moment with James from the day she was married on. Had she been too clingy?

Mary slowly walked through the fence's metal entranceway. Admiring its images of flowers and delicate curves. Mary gracefully swerved between the graves and into the little church. It was exactly the same as she remembered. The beautiful little altar in the front that looked like an old home made table covered with a golden colored hand sewn tablecloth. All of the church's pews were simple and yet elegant in there rustic nature. It seemed as they too had been made by hand perhaps by the same person who made the altar. It was a beautiful little church Mary would have loved to have been married in had she knew it existed at the time. Yet, the church did have one odd feature. There was not a depiction of a cross to be found anywhere. It was Christian church with no crosses in it.

Mary sat down in one of the pews thinking. "Where am I?"
Mary whispered to herself thinking aloud. Mary felt herself slouch forward placing her arms on the back of the pew in front of her. She clasped her hands together, looking as if she were in deep prayer she fell into an even deeper thought.
"Where is James? James…. I'm sure I'm in Silent Hill. I've got to be. How did I get here? James was it you who brought me here?"

After a few minutes of thinking Mary stood up. The sound of Miriam's voice came ringing back into her head. Why did she call Mary James? Something about this thought urged, perhaps even physically pushed Mary to the small bathroom in the back of the church. It was a small bathroom for both sexes. It fit one person, dirty and grubby its toilet was a mess with layers off dust. Its mirrors were one of those ugly polished metal sheets usually found in public restrooms.

Mary slowly reached her hand up to the mirror and wiped off the dust. Nothing could prepare her for what she saw. It was James staring back not her. She screamed the most primal frightened scream she had ever screamed. She ran out of the bathroom in search of another mirror, any mirror. She found another lying up against the back of the altar. Mary picked it up and stared at the framed to afraid to look into it at first. It was framed in gold painted wood that was carved in delicate swirls at the top was a beautifully carved cross. It had to have been the only thing in the whole damn church with a cross on it.

Mary finally did stared into it and still she saw James' face staring back. She cried in fear. Mary touched 'her' nose it felt like James', at least the way she remembered it. She glided her hands down her face and watched as the person in the mirror did the same. Mary felt the realization that she was in James' body sink in. She could feel every part of this new body and it scared her. She threw the mirror in anger and fear smashing it against one of the pews. Mary let her body slump unto the floor.

"Oh God. Oh God. Why?"

Her warm tear poured down her, no James' face and onto the wood floor.