DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SILENT HILL. READ OR ELSE I WILL SEND MY PH BUDDIES
AFTER YOU!
Nothing but darkness. That's the way she's always had her room, and that's the way she always liked it.
A faded blanket covered a screaming woman as she was wheeled away on a cart. There is nothing but flames.people screaming.dying.
Her mother died in that fire.then her good for nothing father left her for dead here at this god-forsaken orphanage.
Nothing but fog, nothing but pain. She is burned. Her hair is singed and her dress is nothing more than a black rag. "Mommy!" She screams, but nobody hears her. Nobody cares about someone so small. "Daddy!" She yells again, but he doesn't hear her. He's too preoccupied with her mother.her DEAD mother.
All she ever wanted was to be loved...To have someone who cared for her, a big strong man.
She saw him in the flames. A mere shadow, but he was there. He stooped down to pick her up, and she was carried through the flames. The rough material he was wearing rubbed against her arm, and it tickled. She was put down, and when she turned to see him, he was gone. There was one voice that rang through her head.
"Justice has been served."
It had to be that man. She always thought that that man would take her away from this awful place. It had to be him who took her away, no one else, just him. That's why she tried her best to be rejected by every single foster parent she was assigned to. It had to be HIM.
And now she was all alone. Nobody was here, and there was nothing left outside that reminded her that people once lived here. There were just the cars that were still running, and the televisions that were still on. The bathroom sink was still running, and she had turned it off; she was taught never to waste water, or else the nurses hit her as punishment.
There were also the monsters.
She had seen one. It was grotesquely fat, just like her father. It smelled like old hamburgers, just like the receptionist, and it was dressed just like one of the custodians. Its face was nothing more than huge lips of flesh that twitched atop its copper-colored head. She was very lucky to have that knife from the kitchen, for it had saved her life. She had driven it into the heart of the beast, and it had dropped dead. Glistening fat had exploded out of its body and covered her, which was why she had come back to her room.
Wiping the filth off of her body with her towel, she walked over to the closet. She saw herself in the mirror. Her short blonde hair looked like the hair on those women she had seen in some magazine. It had streaks of brown in it, and she calmly observed that with her large, green eyes. There was a name tag on her shirt that stated:
Maria
She liked her name, because it was pretty. Her twin sister, Mary, also seemed to think so. Was Mary still alive? She had to look for her.
But first, she needed new clothes. From her closet she picked out her black Sunday dress with the white, lacy collar. She then put on her favorite knee-high brown boots. If the nurse were here, she wouldn't have liked her clothes choice, but who cared now that everyone was gone?
Maria put the knife in her breast pocket, but then went to her desk. She took out a map of the town, and then her flashlight, which she put in her other pocket. Her motto was: "Always be prepared."
After that, Maria went out of the double doors of the orphanage, and into the fog filled town of Silent Hill.
Nothing but darkness. That's the way she's always had her room, and that's the way she always liked it.
A faded blanket covered a screaming woman as she was wheeled away on a cart. There is nothing but flames.people screaming.dying.
Her mother died in that fire.then her good for nothing father left her for dead here at this god-forsaken orphanage.
Nothing but fog, nothing but pain. She is burned. Her hair is singed and her dress is nothing more than a black rag. "Mommy!" She screams, but nobody hears her. Nobody cares about someone so small. "Daddy!" She yells again, but he doesn't hear her. He's too preoccupied with her mother.her DEAD mother.
All she ever wanted was to be loved...To have someone who cared for her, a big strong man.
She saw him in the flames. A mere shadow, but he was there. He stooped down to pick her up, and she was carried through the flames. The rough material he was wearing rubbed against her arm, and it tickled. She was put down, and when she turned to see him, he was gone. There was one voice that rang through her head.
"Justice has been served."
It had to be that man. She always thought that that man would take her away from this awful place. It had to be him who took her away, no one else, just him. That's why she tried her best to be rejected by every single foster parent she was assigned to. It had to be HIM.
And now she was all alone. Nobody was here, and there was nothing left outside that reminded her that people once lived here. There were just the cars that were still running, and the televisions that were still on. The bathroom sink was still running, and she had turned it off; she was taught never to waste water, or else the nurses hit her as punishment.
There were also the monsters.
She had seen one. It was grotesquely fat, just like her father. It smelled like old hamburgers, just like the receptionist, and it was dressed just like one of the custodians. Its face was nothing more than huge lips of flesh that twitched atop its copper-colored head. She was very lucky to have that knife from the kitchen, for it had saved her life. She had driven it into the heart of the beast, and it had dropped dead. Glistening fat had exploded out of its body and covered her, which was why she had come back to her room.
Wiping the filth off of her body with her towel, she walked over to the closet. She saw herself in the mirror. Her short blonde hair looked like the hair on those women she had seen in some magazine. It had streaks of brown in it, and she calmly observed that with her large, green eyes. There was a name tag on her shirt that stated:
Maria
She liked her name, because it was pretty. Her twin sister, Mary, also seemed to think so. Was Mary still alive? She had to look for her.
But first, she needed new clothes. From her closet she picked out her black Sunday dress with the white, lacy collar. She then put on her favorite knee-high brown boots. If the nurse were here, she wouldn't have liked her clothes choice, but who cared now that everyone was gone?
Maria put the knife in her breast pocket, but then went to her desk. She took out a map of the town, and then her flashlight, which she put in her other pocket. Her motto was: "Always be prepared."
After that, Maria went out of the double doors of the orphanage, and into the fog filled town of Silent Hill.
