My Adventures in Silent Hill
Chapter 9: bad ending "Bang"
After climbing a long set of stairs, we came to a room with no ceiling, but a metal floor. There was a bed sitting in the middle of the room and a woman stood by the window, looking out.
"Mary!"
The woman turned to us and it….was Maria. "When will you stop making that mistake? Mary's dead. You killed her."
"Maria….it's you. No, I don't need you anymore. I….have someone else."
I glanced over at James. Was he talking about me?
"What? You must be joking!" Maria walked towards him. "But I can be yours…..I'll be here for you forever. And I'll never yell at you or make you feel bad. That's what you wanted. I'm different that Mary…..how can you throw me away?"
"I understand now." James said quietly. "It's time to end this nightmare."
"No! I won't let you! You deserve to die James and so does that bitch!"
There was a light and now Maria was a form of Mary's corpse, connected to a metal frame. Her arms and legs were like tentacles.
"Oh shit…" I whispered.
A tentacle rushed towards me and wrapped around my neck tightly, lifting me up into the air.
"Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!" James shouted, aiming his gun towards the monster.
Suddenly, the tentacle flung me towards the window and I crashed right through it. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I just hovered in the air for a moment. My eyes connected with James as his widened and then….I fell.
….
Blackness….and then James was sitting in a chair by the bed Mary was lying in. She coughed. "James….."
"Forgive me….." he said quietly.
"I told you I wanted to die, James. I wanted the pain to end." She said.
"That's not why I did it honey. I just couldn't watch you suffer. No! That's not true….you also said you didn't want to die. The truth is….I hated you. I wanted you out of the way. I wanted my life back….." his voice began to crack.
"James…if that were true, then why do you look so sad?" Mary asks.
"Mary….."
"James….please…..please do something for me." She reached to her side and grabbed a letter, handing it to James. "Go on with your life."
In my restless dreams,
I see that town
Silent Hill
You promised you take me
There someday again
But you never did
Well I'm alone there now…..
In our 'special place'
Waiting for you…..
Waiting for you to come see me
But you never do
And so I wait, wrapped in my cocoon of pain and loneliness
I know I've done a terrible thing to you
Something you'll never forgive me for
I wish I could change that, but I can't
I feel so pathetic and ugly laying her,
Waiting for you
Every day I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
The doctor came today.
He told me I could go
home for a short stay.
It's not that I'm getting better.
It's just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, I'm glad to be coming
home. I've missed you terribly.
But I'm afraid James.
I'm afraid you don't really
want me to come home.
Whenever you come see me,
I can tell how hard it is on you...
I don't know if you
hate me or pity me...
Or maybe I just disgust you...
I'm sorry about that.
When I first learned that
I was going to die, I just
didn't want to accept it.
I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you, James.
That's why I understand
if you do hate me.
But I want you to
know this, James.
I'll always love you.
Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn't
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.
Well this letter has gone on
too long so I'll say goodbye.
I told the nurse to give
this to you after I'm gone.
That means that as you read this,
I'm already dead.
I can't tell you to remember me,
but I can't bear for you to
forget me.
These last few years since I
became ill...I'm so sorry for
what I did to you, did to us...
You've given me so much and
I haven't bee able to return
a single thing.
That's why I want you to live
for yourself now.
Do what's best for you, James.
James...
You made me happy.
James rushed out of the building and down to where Shell had been thrown out of the window. He finally spotted her body and rushed over, kneeling down. "Shell?" he put a hand on her shoulder and slightly shook her. "Wake up."
But she didn't even move. James put two fingers to her wrist. There was no pulse. "Oh-no..." he whispered and pulled her pale and cold body to him, holding her tightly. Tears stung the corners of his eyes and finally trickled down his cheeks.
She was dead and it was his fault.
...
"Hey, man! Are you okay?"
James looked up from Shell's body and up at the family before him. He had been walking for god knows how long since he left Silent Hill. "My fault..." he muttered. "My fault..."
"Hey, it's okay man. C'mon, we'll take you to the hospital." the man said and reached out to touch James.
James set her body down and stood, pulling out his gun. The man and his family gasped. "Uh, w-what are you doing with a gun man?" the man asks.
James put the gun to his head. "Yo! Man, suicide ain't the way to solve things!" the man shouted. "Let us take you to the hospital!"
James gave a small, but sad sigh. "I'd rather die than live alone." and he closed his eyes.
BANG
The family could only watch in horror as James's body fell to the ground, the gun clattering away from him. The family called 911 and the police and ambulances arrived shortly. Sheets were placed over the bodies.
"We don't know what happened to him..." the man said quietly. "It looked like he went through hell and back. He said something about something being his fault though..."
"Hey Ash." a police officer came over. "Found their ID's."
The sheriff looked at the ID's. The girl's name was Shelby Hartford and the man's name was James Sunderland. "Well...I'll have to notify their parents and tell them what happened. Hartford was dead before Sunderland committed suicide." he glanced over at the bloodied sheets. "I wonder what they went through..."
About 3 hours later, Shell's parents were contacted by police and were told their daughter was found, but dead, along with a man named James Sunderland.
Nobody knew the hell they went through.