Disclamer: I still don't own Silent Hill...
But one day...OHHH ONE DAY! YOU'RE GOING DOWN, JUSTIN BEAVER. :(
Authors Notes: Thanks to BookDragon13 for naming this "Unknown" Poem.
Thank's for the Title, :) and for all the encouragement.
Also, This chapter is somewhat Fallish, but I'd prefer to keep the Cafe scene Snazzy.
"Charlotte, Charlotte Mason?" The voice said over the mic,
"HEY!" Her friend poked her, "WAKE UP! Your turn!" She said as Charlotte lost her daydream,
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something." Charlotte stood up saying.
Charlotte stepped up to the stage in the small Cafe, This was where she spent her free time.
School, was not something she enjoyed.
She didn't have very many friends, the few she did she only had thanks to her writing.
Which Charlotte prided herself on, poetry was her life.
She could express through words on a page, what she could never say in person, or in any other way.
As she smiled to the audience and unfolded the paper she had been holding,
Her friend in the audience threw a quick smile for encouragement.
Charlotte smiled back, "This poem came to me late last night, I don't really know where...
I decided to name it "Run For Light" I hope you enjoy..."
"This baby born," She began with emotion, "Innocent.
Life could not steal her soul.
This darkened storm, Hell bent.
The sin will come to take it's toll.
This world so cold, Hatred.
A vampires place held no shelter.
The memories you hold, Sacred.
She knows not, the truth will save her.
So run for light, they thirst for your blood.
Escape the night, and remember my love..." Charlotte felt strange when she had finished,
Like something in her heart had begun to stir.
As the audience clapped and she stepped down she rubbed her temple,
"Are you alright?" Her friend asked when she sat back down,
"Yeah...Just got a little dizzy I think" Charlotte replied.
As she stared up at the stage lights she thought she heard someone call her name,
She felt sleepy as she took a sip of the water on the table.
Suddenly the stirring became pain, slowly giving birth to a headache.
Charlotte began to feel weak, she stood up.
"Where are you going?" Her friend asked,
"I'm going to head home, I need to take some medicine" Charlotte said as she made her way out.
"Charlotte? HEY! Are you alright?...Okay then..." Her friend began to worry, this wasn't like her.
As Charlotte made her way through the alleys around town, She began to feel weaker and weaker.
She was begining to feel numb, what was happening?
Suddenly she heard a strange siren off in the distance as the night began to grow darker.
Her head began to ache, pain rushed through her mind, she fell to the ground.
The last thing she remembered, was the sound of footsteps approaching.