It was carved into her mind like a scar now, it wasn't going to go away. No matter what she did it would always be there. Even when she blinked there it was the face less, bloody figure. Nailed in place to the board, never moving, never changing, just hanging there like a red shadow.

"Tell us again what happened Jean."

Jean looked up from the metal table, the room was bare except for the table and chairs in the center; those, and the magic mirror on one side of the room. They were watching her, taking notes or doing whatever it is police do behind there. Maybe they were eating donuts and drinking coffee.

"I told you, I went to school with my friend Eve and when we walked into the room we found Mr. Dawsons' body hanging from the board." Jean dug her nails into her knees.

"What were you doing at school in the first place?" The officer asked, "Didn't you know about the delay?"

"They must have announced it after Eve and I left, I didn't want to be late again so I left early." Jean stated uprooting her nails from her legs.

The officer let out a sigh and left the room. Jean knew where he was going, he was going into the other room to discuss what was going to happen to her. What would happen to her? Would she go to prison? Or would she end up in some asylum? It didn't really matter at this point. Jean picked up the Styrofoam cup of water in front of her and sipped at it.

"Urp…" Jean covered her mouth and ran to the corner where the garbage can was and vomited.

Jean hauled herself to her feet and wiped her mouth, she hadn't been able to keep anything down at all since the incident. Even water came back up. It was obvious she was a mess, but she was more worried about Eve; she had reacted more severely than Jean had when they found the body. Jean returned to her chair at the table and cupped her face in her hands and began to cry.

"What's going on here? Why is this happening?"

Jeans' mind swirled with these questions and more, it was like somebody shoved her head into a blender and turned it on. She couldn't tell what she was doing anymore, it was all becoming a blur. She heard the scrap of the metal door on the tile floor and footsteps.

"Jean?" The officer asked.

"Yes?" Jean brushed away her tears with her sleeve.

"You can go home now, we have all the information we need."

"Yes sir," Jean stood up obediently to leave, "What about Eve?"

"She's waiting for you in the lobby, she wanted to walk home with you I guess."

Jean walked past the officer in the doorway and into the dim lights of the hall, yet Jean turned back and looked into the room. She had a feeling like she'd be in a place like that again soon.

Jean walked down the hall and pushed open the doors that lead into the lobby, Eve was sitting in one of the chairs sobbing quietly to her self. Jean quietly approached her and took the seat next to her. Eve looked up at Jean with very sad eyes, they didn't have their normal sparkle in them… they were empty.

"Jean…" Eve couldn't finish her sentence before she started crying again.

"It's okay Eve," Jean hugged her friend, "It'll be alright."

"I hope your right." Eve sobbed loudly into Jeans' shoulder.

They left the station and stepped out into the snowy cold. Jean stared into the sky, gray, nothing but gray skies as far as the eye could see. What now? Should they go home? No, Jean didn't feel like walking it. Instead she guided Eve, who was clinging to her like a child clings to its mother, toward the hospital. It was a short walk, but it seemed to go even faster now, Jeans' mind was racing at incredible speeds at that moment. Before she knew it they were at the front doors.

"Come on Eve." Jean said soothingly.

Eve just nodded. The doors were fairly easy to open and they both approached the front desk.

"Hi Mary," Jean said weakly, "Is my mom available?"

"Sure Jean, I'll get her for you." Mary smiled and clicked the intercom, "Lisa to the front desk, Lisa front desk."

"Thanks Mary." Jean gave her a weak smiled and helped Eve over to some seats.

The hospital was nice and warm, unlike the police station that was colder than it should be. At least the hospital didn't reek of stale donuts and old coffee. It only took Jeans' mom a few minutes to get down the front desk.

"What's up Mary?" Lisa asked leaning over the counter.

"Your daughter's here for something." Mary pointed across the lobby to the chairs with Eve and Jean.

Lisa walked over and took the seat next to Jean.

"Any reason you're here Jean?" Lisa asked rubbing Jeans' head.

"Yeah… we didn't feel like walking home and I was wondering if we could use some beds for a nap… if there were any available that is." Jean whispered.

"Of course there are. Is there…a reason to all of this?" Lisa asked putting her arm around Jean.

"I… I guess…" Jean trailed off.

"May I hear it?"

"S-sure…"

Jean proceeded to tell her mom what had happened that morning after they had left for school. With each sentence Lisas' mouth opened more and more in horror and disbelief. When Jean had finished there was dead silence. After a minute, Lisa helped Jean and Eve up; not a word was exchanged between any of them. Lisa led them toward the staff room, there were some beds in there, and not many nurses and doctors were on hand right now so they could have a long, undisturbed sleep. Once Jean and Eve were tucked into the beds Lisa flicked off the light and closed the door.

"Eve… you feeling better?" Jean whispered.

"A… a little…" Eve was still crying.

"Just try to get a good nap in."

"I-I'll try Jean." Eve wrapped the blanket around her even tighter.

Jean stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Not really thinking, not trying to fall asleep either. She was just staring into nothing. She finally rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep now. She could her a low rumbling coming from Eves' bed.

"Must be snoring." Jean thought to herself and cracked a small grin.

Slowly, Eves' snoring became less and less audible as Jean drifted off to sleep. The visions of the day came flashing back to her. The snow, the cold, the blood, the body, the tears, the pain. Jean could feel her mind being torn apart by all of these images and feelings, having to relive them again was just too horrible for anyone to bear. Jean felt like she was running down a dark hall filled with these morbid images, and she had to keep going forward, something was keeping her from going back. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped and Jean was thrust into a pitch-black room.

"Where am I?" Jean thought.

Even though it was totally dark, she could just tell that is was a room; not a wide-open space something just told her. Jean took a step but was frozen with fear when a giant claw came swinging out of the darkness. She barely had enough time to fall to the floor and avoid the death strike. Suddenly a face came into view, it wasn't a human face but rather a dog face… a dog face that had been skinned. Jean screamed in horror as the dog head revealed it's teeth and bit her body in half.

"AAAAH!" Jean screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell to the floor. "A dream… just a dream." She wiped the sweat from her face and struggled to her feet. "W-w-what the hell is this!?"

Jean was no longer in the hospital staff room, instead the floor was metal grated and the walls were stone, covered in dirt and blood. This was worse than her dream, this was much worse.

"Eve? Where are you Eve!?" Jean screamed out in panic for her friend.

She ran over to Eves' bed and stared at the huge bloodstain growing on the white sheet. With a trembling hand Jean removed the sheet from the mattress. A huge pool of blood was on the bed, but no Eve. Fearing for Eve, Jean searched the room more, tearing off every sheet in the room and checking under every bed.

"Where could she be? I need to find her…" Jeans' eyes fluttered around the room, looking for a place that she could have missed. "Maybe she left."

Jean ran for the door and grabbed the knob. Another icy feeling grabbed her chest, the same feeling she had felt in the school. Fearing the worst Jean released her grip from the knob and backed away from the door. Something dripped onto her hand from the ceiling. Water perhaps? No… it was warm and red. Blood. Jeans' gaze went up too the ceiling, when she saw where the blood had come from she fell to the floor and burst into tears.

"NO, NO, NO!! God damn it! Why Eve!? Why did this happen to her?!"

Jean sobbed loudly into her arms, trying to get yet another horrible picture out of her mind. First Mr. Dawson, now Eve. How could she go on like this? It was becoming clear what she had to do… she had to find a way out and survive this nightmare. Jean stood up, tears still pouring down her face as she approached the door.

"I will survive… I won't die," Jean said, "What was that?"

A low creaking sound caught her attention. It was coming from the ceiling, Jean didn't want to look up but she didn't want anymore surprises. She looked towards Eves' body and stared at it for a moment. What was that noise? Jean knew what it was when Eves' body came crashing down on top of her. The nails that were holding up Eves' body had given out. Jean let out a blood-curdling scream and pushed Eves' body off of her and ran for the door. As she opened it she was faced with her new challenge… surviving Silent Hill. Jean wiped the blood from her face and stepped cautiously into the darkness.