Silent Hill Resurrected: Chapter 10

The Green Glass Shatters

Mary sat there in the brown easy chair reading her book. It wasn't a particularly interesting book it's just that the silence in their apartment's living room was getting to her. Mary had to fill it with something. She certainly couldn't just sit there watching James becoming more and more wasted as he took sips from those stupid green colored glass beer bottles he seemed to love so much lately.

Frankly, Mary really wasn't reading the damn book. How could she? She was so pissed she couldn't see straight. It annoyed the hell out of her that James was doing this again! Basically Mary would stare at the words on the page trying hard to read them and then stare up at James glaringly. She would watch him take yet another sip of beer with that fucking dulled look on his face. He never looked back at her. He would just sit there and stare dully at the ugly green carpet. The yellow and brownish black printed coach he was sitting on was literally surrounded by hundreds of these freaking bottles.

Sure, James was a big boy and it was his right to get shit faced if he wanted to but she still had to live with him. She still had to listen to him moan like a wild animal in the living room while she desperately tried to sleep, and she was the one who would have to deal with his cranky-ness when he was hung over the next day. It was as if the whole fucking world revolved around him. As if James' needs were more important than Mary's.

Mary was dieing, DIEING! You would think telling someone something that would motivate them to spend every last minute with you. You would think they would be attempting to love you more than they ever did before so that you didn't have to die wondering if they'd miss you. Well apparently it didn't work that way with James. The moment she told him that she was going to die all he said was 'oh' and ever after that he acted like it was no big deal. He talked to her less and less and filled that time by drinking more and more. Mary couldn't stand it.

She had always tried so hard to be there for him, for everyone. She was hoping maybe someone, at the very least James, would return the favor. You give love, care, and concern to so many people you sort of expect some of it returned. At least Mary did. But no, Mary was left to fill that hole in heart with someone else. She had to find a replacement for James' love. It was pathetic.

Mary jumped out of her seat and threw her book at James. "Fuck you James!" She watched angrily as James turned his head up to stare at her dully.

"I said fuck you James!" His mouth hung open as he stared at her. She herself couldn't believe she was saying this to him. "

You don't care about me do you? I'm dieing! You're supposed to be caring for me, loving me. You don't give a shit about me though do you? Do you?" Mary stared at him waiting for him to say something.

Mary watched as James stood up to confront her still tightly grasping that stupid bottle. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something and then closed it again. Mary watched him as he just slumped back down into the couch. He picked up the remote that was teetering precariously on the armrest and flicked on their cheap black and white TV. The sound of the white noise buzzing drove Mary nuts.

"That's what I thought James." Mary ran to the front door and grasped the brass handle and flung the door open wildly.

"Do you have anything to say to me before I leave?" Mary turned her head to stare at James. He said nothing. He simply turned his head away from her.

"Fine then." Mary screamed slamming the door behind her.

James stood up from the couch grasping the green bottle he was holding so tightly it was near breaking and flung it hard onto the floor. Despite the floor being carpet it shattered into little pieces everywhere in front of him. Barefoot James walked over it toward the kitchen to get another beer. There was blood everywhere mixed in the glass and leading to the refrigerator. It was a mess. It was a mess.

Mary ran from the apartment. Ran to David's house. Ran for the refuge and the love she desired so greatly. Really it didn't matter to Mary where it came from at this point only that it was there. Maybe it wasn't really love she wanted, she could very well have lived with just acknowledgement. Someone to just say to her 'I'm sorry you're dieing Mary. I'll miss you. I'm praying for you.' something like that.

When Mary arrived in front of David's apartment door she just stopped and stared at it a minute and waited for something to happen. What was she waiting for? Perhaps she was waiting for the guilt to subside before knocking. Although it wasn't a full blow affair, not yet anyway, and Mary wasn't really having sex with guy it still felt very wrong sometimes. It might have been the fact that she always remembered James at home, waiting for her to return. Still Mary wanted someone to care for her, for her fate, to protect her and love her.

The door flung open without Mary even knocking and startled Mary back into reality. David stood there staring at her, his soft concerned green eyes forcing her to tears. "Mary is there something wrong?" Mary ran up to him and grasped the shoulders of his shirt and laid her head down on his broad shoulders.

"Mary what's wrong? Did the doctors tell you some more bad news?" David's deep voice wrung in her ears as she cried she could feel his strong hands wrapping around her. She felt safe again, loved, cared for. His soft hair brushed against her face despite it's being cut in such a short hairdo. Mary felt as his hands softly combed through her hair.

"Mary you can tell me. It's okay. I'm here for you." David whispered to her softly.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. David I… I was just feeling lonely." Mary couldn't bring herself to tell him about her marriage, about James. It would break David's heart; at least she thought it would, to know that he could never have her to himself. Perhaps that's why Mary felt so guilty coming here. She wasn't really sure anymore. Yet the guilt wasn't great enough to stop her.