A/N This story/poem thing is **SPOILER CITY** for Silent Hill 2! Read at your own risk. This piece takes place after Maria dies in the hospital. It's mostly James' confused train of thought. Poor James. He doesn't realize that Maria is going to die 2 more times to torment him. Stupid Maria. I know why Maria is in Silent Hill, and why she dies so much, But I'm not going to get into it now. :D
Disclaimer!: I do not own Silent Hill! But I do own James! MWAHAHA! *smacked with a lawsuit* Damn, I thought I was going to get away with it too. --; *returns James to Konami*
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~Magdalene~
For a fleeting moment our hands entwined
Security was almost ensured,
Then just out of reach…
She slipped out of sight,
Skewered from behind.
The elevator door shut tight.
I already knew the result as I slipped to the floor.
She's gone.
She's dead.
This place has taken her.
I feel so pathetic
As I sit in this small elevator.
Is there something I could have done?
Could she have been saved?
The truth is I failed her,
Just as I failed Mary.
Wearily,
I step through the automatic doors.
The hospital has gone back to normal,
As normal as this place gets.
Only one difference;
Her blood is everywhere.
Flowing across the white tiles,
Acting as a reminder to me,
That I failed.
I'm alone here now.
I hate this damn town,
And everything in it.
Mary, could you really be here?
In this hellish town,
Where darkest nightmares come to life?
Why are you leading me here?
Why…
Laura's not in this hospital,
I don't know where she's gone.
But I must find her,
Protect her.
But there's something strange about her,
Does she not see those monsters?
Is this town empty in her eyes?
Are these creatures just a delusion cursed onto me?
Cursed onto me for something I've done,
A sin I must repent?
But what then?
What have I done?
Did I hate Mary?
No,
I love her.
Why else would I be here?
Maybe it's not her that I hate,
That disease.
Was it really the disease that killed her?
Of course it was.
She died three years ago.
Why am I thinking like this?
What has come over me?
This whole ordeal is making my head ache.
I have to find her.
That's why I'm here,
I guess…
I'm relieved as I leave that hospital,
Away from the memory of Maria's death.
I stride into the thick, unnatural fog..
Straight through a world of demonic creatures.
What does this all mean?
I have a feeling that I'll soon find out.
"Our special place."
She must mean the hotel.
I'm on my way now,
Hold on Mary.
If your truly here.
Our sanctuary of memories,
Of the good times,
Before the disease,
Before Mary became such a monster.
This town has called me,
And I'm going to find out why.
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