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JAMES AND MARY
a silent hill fanfic by kuro madoushi
*konami owns the silent hill series. i own this fanfic. don't
plagiarize either.*
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Surprisingly, James felt no emotion when he learned that his wife was
going to die. It was like a quick stab; the shock of the incident had
stunned him, and he was emotionally numb. He would feel the cold pain
later. Mary's reaction was quite different. She never denied her fate
as most people would do in her situation. She opened her mouth to say
something, but couldn't find words. She looked at the floor and began
to stutter.
"Uh," she said, but never finished her statement. She held back tears
with great effort. Her husband, James, looked to the doctor to break
the bitter silence. He cleared his throat, without any experience of
this certain matter.
Three days later, her skin turned a pale yellow and began to wrinkle
slightly. The sores came a week after, and she would cough with pain
and a little blood. These symptoms increased with horrible frequency
and merciless impact. Late in the month, she was hospitalized. James
and Mary were told that she had about two months left in her.
The crippling disease affected her personality, as well. Mood swings
took her and she became violent to the man she loved most. Visits on
every weekend would depress James. When he brought her favorite kind
of flowers, she would scream at him that she was too ugly to deserve
them. She would command him to stay away from her and go home.
As he would leave, she would plead for him to come back. He wouldn't
do it. He sobbed to himself as he bade farewell to the nurse working
at the front desk and went to his car outside. They hated each other
and loved each other at the same time. It was the disease that would
push away the love when they were about to find peace between them.
He remembered the ecstacy of their love that took place. He realized
that their infatuation with each other would never return. She would
be like this until she died, which would be soon. They were so happy
together, rolling around on the grass during a picnic outside, or on
his bed listening to the rain outside and holding hands.
These memories were nothing more than that -- memories. James didn't
meet much resistance when he ripped the pillow from under his wife's
head and smothered her to death. He knew that despite the loud cries
and curses from his wife, he was really just putting her out of that
damn misery that clouded her few remaining days.
Her death was inevitable, and James knew that. She lived in torment,
waiting for that day on which she would die. James put an end to her
suffering, or so he thought. His heart was still torn to pieces, and
it would never be repaired, but at least he had saved Mary.
His first feelings of regret came when he received a letter from his
dead wife three years later...
~fin~
JAMES AND MARY
a silent hill fanfic by kuro madoushi
*konami owns the silent hill series. i own this fanfic. don't
plagiarize either.*
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Surprisingly, James felt no emotion when he learned that his wife was
going to die. It was like a quick stab; the shock of the incident had
stunned him, and he was emotionally numb. He would feel the cold pain
later. Mary's reaction was quite different. She never denied her fate
as most people would do in her situation. She opened her mouth to say
something, but couldn't find words. She looked at the floor and began
to stutter.
"Uh," she said, but never finished her statement. She held back tears
with great effort. Her husband, James, looked to the doctor to break
the bitter silence. He cleared his throat, without any experience of
this certain matter.
Three days later, her skin turned a pale yellow and began to wrinkle
slightly. The sores came a week after, and she would cough with pain
and a little blood. These symptoms increased with horrible frequency
and merciless impact. Late in the month, she was hospitalized. James
and Mary were told that she had about two months left in her.
The crippling disease affected her personality, as well. Mood swings
took her and she became violent to the man she loved most. Visits on
every weekend would depress James. When he brought her favorite kind
of flowers, she would scream at him that she was too ugly to deserve
them. She would command him to stay away from her and go home.
As he would leave, she would plead for him to come back. He wouldn't
do it. He sobbed to himself as he bade farewell to the nurse working
at the front desk and went to his car outside. They hated each other
and loved each other at the same time. It was the disease that would
push away the love when they were about to find peace between them.
He remembered the ecstacy of their love that took place. He realized
that their infatuation with each other would never return. She would
be like this until she died, which would be soon. They were so happy
together, rolling around on the grass during a picnic outside, or on
his bed listening to the rain outside and holding hands.
These memories were nothing more than that -- memories. James didn't
meet much resistance when he ripped the pillow from under his wife's
head and smothered her to death. He knew that despite the loud cries
and curses from his wife, he was really just putting her out of that
damn misery that clouded her few remaining days.
Her death was inevitable, and James knew that. She lived in torment,
waiting for that day on which she would die. James put an end to her
suffering, or so he thought. His heart was still torn to pieces, and
it would never be repaired, but at least he had saved Mary.
His first feelings of regret came when he received a letter from his
dead wife three years later...
~fin~