Silent Hill Fan Fiction
Part 1: Rushing Memories
Chapter 1: In the Moonlit Sky I Think
In the moonlit room that lies three stories up from ground level, I sit at my desk pondering thought after thought. Tapping my pencil that lay in my hand every three and a half seconds. I occasionally would attempt to sketch a picture on the large book of blank pages in front of me. Of what might you ask? What might I be sketching? You of course.
You and your beautiful self. Though I could never seem to draw you like you actually were. You were too beautiful to even draw and like the picture. Though I couldn't seem to get you out of my head. Maybe that's a good thing, I wont forget you. Then again maybe it's a bad thing. I can't be too sure. So why am I sitting here, waiting for your return, knowing that you wont be coming to see me? Then again, how could you see me, how could I see you?
The impossible. Then the possible. What really determines the differences? Something that can't be done? Does that make sense to you, or does the meaning 'you can do anything if you try' mean anything. If you can do anything, how is there impossibilities? Maybe then, its true, I can go see you. And maybe even then, I might be able to sketch a grand picture of us together. Only till I see you will I be able to control myself.
All I seem to think of is you. Why can't I make myself stop? Its been thirteen years since I've seen your beautiful face, felt your touch, kissed your lips. But that's all gone now. Like these drawings I keep making. You were here, now your gone; The woman on the page was there, and now is gone. Its like I can control her life on that page. I choose what she does, how she stands. Its like she is whatever I want her to be. But somehow she can't be. What I want is you.
If there is any possible way for me to see you again I would take up the chance in a matter of seconds. Which is why I must do this. I am going back to where I first met you. The town that it all began in. That dinner at the restaurant next to the hotel; and in that hotel had been that special night. I figure if there is anywhere I can figure out how to see you, is if I go back there. That's what I'm going to do; I'm going back to Silent Hill.
Part 1: Rushing Memories
Chapter 1: In the Moonlit Sky I Think
In the moonlit room that lies three stories up from ground level, I sit at my desk pondering thought after thought. Tapping my pencil that lay in my hand every three and a half seconds. I occasionally would attempt to sketch a picture on the large book of blank pages in front of me. Of what might you ask? What might I be sketching? You of course.
You and your beautiful self. Though I could never seem to draw you like you actually were. You were too beautiful to even draw and like the picture. Though I couldn't seem to get you out of my head. Maybe that's a good thing, I wont forget you. Then again maybe it's a bad thing. I can't be too sure. So why am I sitting here, waiting for your return, knowing that you wont be coming to see me? Then again, how could you see me, how could I see you?
The impossible. Then the possible. What really determines the differences? Something that can't be done? Does that make sense to you, or does the meaning 'you can do anything if you try' mean anything. If you can do anything, how is there impossibilities? Maybe then, its true, I can go see you. And maybe even then, I might be able to sketch a grand picture of us together. Only till I see you will I be able to control myself.
All I seem to think of is you. Why can't I make myself stop? Its been thirteen years since I've seen your beautiful face, felt your touch, kissed your lips. But that's all gone now. Like these drawings I keep making. You were here, now your gone; The woman on the page was there, and now is gone. Its like I can control her life on that page. I choose what she does, how she stands. Its like she is whatever I want her to be. But somehow she can't be. What I want is you.
If there is any possible way for me to see you again I would take up the chance in a matter of seconds. Which is why I must do this. I am going back to where I first met you. The town that it all began in. That dinner at the restaurant next to the hotel; and in that hotel had been that special night. I figure if there is anywhere I can figure out how to see you, is if I go back there. That's what I'm going to do; I'm going back to Silent Hill.