This is my second Silent Hill fanfiction :D I hope that it's at least mildly entertaining :3
I also need to say that I don't own Silent Hill or anything associated with it, because that all belongs to Konami :) I do own my character Tetsu and a few other things so...yeah...there, disclaimer made!
Chapter One
I stepped into the classroom with my books held tightly in my arms against my chest. I arrived late to class and my teacher just plainly looked at me with a visage that said, "Why are you late, you stupid girl. Sit down and shut up."
Everyone in the classroom turned my direction, all of them wearing blank faces with stares that made me feel awkard. I promptly made a beeline to my desk and set my books down. The blonde-haired boy behind me sneered and gestured at someone. I was unsure what the movement meant, but I knew that it involved me.
I felt a prick on the back of my neck ten minutes into class. I swiped at it and the annoyance ceased for a mere five seconds until I felt it again. I swat it again and I heard the boy behind me snickering. I glanced behind myself to glare at him, but his stupid smile remained on his face as if it was plastered there.
I just wanted to burn it off with acid.
At the end of class when the bell rang, I got up to quickly gather my belongings before I was bullied again. But it never worked.
The blonde-haired boy walked into me and knocked my heavy books on the ground. He said a sarcastic 'whoops' and galloped away out of the door, ugly sneer on his round face the entire time. Someone else snatched my bag from me and I immediately tried to grab it.
"Aww, what's the matter, blood-head? Too short?" He said as I attempted to get it back.
"Give it back!" I yelled. "It's mine!"
He threw it at my head and I barely caught it.
"That's such a gay bag," he commented.
I threw my bag back over my shoulders and proceeded to escape the room as fast as I could. It was like that every day, at every time, in the same manner. Even when I walked through the hallways people tossed things at me and called me names. How I hated them.
I turned to my locker and opened it. Someone bumped into me again and said, "Get outta the way, blood-bitch. Jesus Christ, she's a freaking vampire. Bitch." He slammed my locker door closed and laughed.
No one else even pretended to notice.
I opened it up again and smiled at the picture I had hanging up. It was of a golden lab, one that I wanted to adopt last month. He was a stray and no one wanted or owned him. He didn't even have a collar. I named him Lucky and I played with him, gave him food, and even sheltered him in the shed that my backyard had. I wanted him so badly.
But my dad killed him.
My heart went cold when I recognized a familiar-sounding voice. It was high pitch and bitchy. When I turned around, I saw Veronica Wilson with her gaggle of twiggy-thin twits.
"So what's up, blood-head?" she said and casually leaned against my locker. "Got any gum for me?"
I shook my head and was closing the door to my locker when her hand stopped me. I just simply looked at her as she said, "What do you have here? A doggy?" She took the picture of Lucky from my door and laughed at it. "What is this thing, a bear? He's so fat."
I said nothing as I somehow managed to snatch it back from her. I put it back in my locker in the blink of an eye. She reached for it again- probably to tear it up, since she was now angry that I dared to touch her -and I slammed the locker door on her hand.
She screamed and flinched back. Everyone averted their attention to her as she was clutching her hand.
I made a run for it to my next class. As I was running, I heard her bellow out, "She broke it! She broke my hand!"
I got to the 'safety' of my class where a supervising adult deterred the students from harassing me further.
I arrived home in tears. The doors were unlocked and no one was inside. I headed for my room and slammed the door shut behind me, throwing my backpack on the ground. I tossed myself on my bed with the picture of Lucky and wept into my pillow.
There's a reason why a love animals more than humans. Lucky was the only friend I ever had and he loved me for me, but no human loves me. What was that thing in the Ten Commandments? Love your neighbors? And wasn't this a very religious town? Yes it was, but did they love me? Not in the slightest bit. Ever since school started, it's been a game of let's-see-who-tortures-her-more for me. I still had the scrape on my knee from last week when that kid pushed me into the ground.
After a few minutes, I sat upright and stared out of the window at the trees. I wished I was a tree. It was much better than being human.
I put Lucky up on my bulletin board. I had all sorts of cheery things up there, like pictures of butterflies and birds and a piece of paper that said, "SMILE! Things could be worse."
Of course, I knew that those were lies. I really didn't think that my position could possibly get worse. Did it really matter, though? Getting beaten up in school? Receiving ridiculous stares and glares from people? I wondered why they did it. Maybe it was because my hair color was blood-red. Maybe it was because I was ten years old and small. Maybe it was because my name was Tetsu, unlike their 'American' names.
At least I had my books. I went over to my shelf and grabbed one, smiling at it. Oh how I loved books. I could get lost in my own little world and forget about all of the other crud going on in my life. With books, I could just relax and be the character…which in my case, would involve fighting through hundreds of zombies with a machine gun and riding dragons into war.
I almost fell asleep reading until I heard the front door open up. Almost immediately I smelt him; my father. He was a short, balding, ugly, round and fat man who smelt of alcohol and smoke. In fact, the entire house smelt like cigarettes, beer, and unclean clothes. It was disgusting and I hated the scent.
"Tetsu, you get dinnah goin'?" he said.
I shook my head.
He let a list of colorful swears at me and in the midst of it, I looked at the clock. Three hours had gone by and I didn't even realize it. Then he started preaching to me about responsibility.
Responsibility? How could I be responsible for him when he did nothing for me? He wanted me to feed him? Fine. I gave him the leftover tortellini and zucchini. As long as he was quiet, I could read my books.
I still never forgave him for murdering Lucky. He discovered that I had a dog and for some reason, he hated animals and didn't even dare consider having one of the four-legged creatures in the house. He found Lucky one day, brought him out into the back, and shot him with a rifle. Bye-bye doggy. All because he was afraid that I was going to bring the dog home.
"Tetsu, get me a beer too, while yer at it," he demanded.
I complied and brought him his beer as he sat down on the couch and turned on the television.
"Ugh, why is it so damn hot in here?" he complained and took off his sweaty shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room.
I was disgusted. He wasn't the kind of person who was just fat, no; instead, he was hairy. And his hair was long and black and was matted down on him. And while most people seem to have two or three rolls of fat, he had four. He was sweaty and gross and sat with his legs wide open while drinking in his disgusting adult pacifier (the beer) and paid his attention to what was on the screen and his plate instead of me. He was the kind of person who got food stamps but used his money to buy beer and cigarettes instead.
I went back to my room and started to read my book again. God, I love being the hero of a country.
I woke up around seven in the morning and, upon remembering that it was Saturday, changed into my day clothes. They were simple black shorts and a white t-shirt. I put on my black running shoes, combed my hair, and left the house. My father stayed in bed usually until noon. Besides, he didn't care if I left or not.
With my twiggy legs, I ran down the sidewalk towards downtown Silent Hill where there was a playground that allowed me to practice my climbing skills on trees and equipment. Going early in the morning allowed me to have it all to myself before other kids came and decided to beat me up.
I smiled widely as I ran up the thick trunk of the tree to grab onto a branch. I hauled myself up onto it and jumped, catching onto another sturdy branch. I proceeded to get to my favorite branch, which was large and flat and allowed me to sit on it as if it was a bench. From up there, I could look at the beautiful masonry of the old, conjoined buildings and the apartments that were off in the distance not too far away. I liked to watch people walk back and forth on the sidewalks and loved to see the little cars motor by. Sometimes there would be a street performer and I could watch them thanks to the height of the tree, which allowed me to see beyond the four-foot tall brick walls that penned in the playground.
Despite the hell that people gave me, Silent Hill wasn't really a bad town. It was small and quaint and the shops there always had something to interest me. However, there was something weird that happened about twenty years ago. I remembered reading an article about some weird religious cult that murder some nine-year-old kid. When the police came, everybody was butchered, including the little girl. It was a grisly thing to happen but it was probably the only thing that stained the history of Silent Hill.
Other than the things that happen to me.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The sunlight was nice and warm against my face and the light breeze was gentle.
It was lovely until I felt something hit my dangling leg. I looked to see what it was and even though it was early in the morning, a gang of boys- one of them the blonde-haired kid who enjoyed annoying me -surrounded the tree. They all started to throw rocks at me, so I moved up higher into the tree. Then I saw that they were climbing the tree as well.
This was basically how it went: one of them caught onto my ankle and pulled me down. I fought him, kicking him in the face and trying to pull myself up, but he was too strong and got me out of my favorite tree.
Now on the ground, he pushed me into the dirt and kicked me. "What's the matter, fucktard?" he said. "Can't get up, you gay, stupid fag?"
I scrambled to my feet and sprinted to the exit of the park. They were taller with much longer legs and tripped me. I got a face full of mud as I fell and found my head being pushed into the substance.
"Eat it, blood-bitch," he said.
I tried to wriggled out of his grip to get air into my lungs and I succeeded for a moment until he held me down again. I got so angry at him that I gripped onto his wrist and with my nails (or claws), I ripped off a bunch of his skin. He screamed and fell backwards into the mud. I got up and fled to the exit.
Once I was out, I ran to the right, where I knew that if I followed the road, I would be lead back to my house.
This was just my normal, ordinary, everyday life.
You'll find Pyramid Head in the next chapter :D
