Road Trip
Hey kiddies, this is chapter 2. I was gonna get it done earlier, honest, but I had too much to do ... yeah, as if holding my acoustic in my arms trying to imitate Hendrix licks from my CD player is something I had to do ... Yeah ... I think I'll shut up now ...
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Silent Hill, DUH! If I owned Silent Hill I'd be like, so cool, but I don't, so ... wait a minute ... I do own Lily, Jason, Curtis, and Jackson. I also don't own the PS2, which I mention in this chapter. Well, I have a PS2, I just don't ... ah, whatever
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That night I went to sleep with a lot on my mind. And it's not just that I was wishing I could go on the trip with my brother. As a matter of fact, I couldn't really tell what was on my mind. My dreams were even stranger. I knew something bad was happening, but when I woke up three hours after I had fell asleep, I couldn't exactly remember what.
When I sat straight up in bed and looked around at my surroundings, I felt claustrophobic in my own room. It may not seem that weird, but it is weird for me. I've never felt claustrophobic before, and I never thought I ever would. I was sweating and breathing deeply, so I got up and ran out of my room to the bathroom. I leaned over the sink and turned the taps on, splashing water onto my face. I looked up at the mirror that hung above the sink and saw my reflection in the darkness. The moonlight from a nearby window made my face just visible, and my eyes were wide.
Feeling sick, I turned the light on and sat down beside the toilet, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. I don't know what I was so shaken about. I was trembling, and sweating in places I had never sweat before. The worst part about it was that my hands were sore and stiff. I closed my eyes for a split second, and then opened them forcefully.
Starting to feel drowsy, I got up quickly, turned off the light of the bathroom and stumbled to my room in the darkness. By the time I reached my bed, I pulled the covers up around my head and closed my eyes, instantly falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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The next morning I woke up at noon, and forgot all about what had happened the night before. I got up from my bed and walked to my dresser, pulling out a shirt and pants. I got dressed quickly and walked into the living room to see if Jason was awake yet.
He wasn't, so I decided to check the basement, which also happened to be where his room was. Just as I had suspected, he was sitting in front of the television with a Playstation2 controller in his hand, staring intently at the screen.
"'Morning, Jase," I said, sitting down beside him on the grey carpet.
"Hey," he said, not taking his eyes away from the screen to look at me.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, looking at the screen's reflection in his glossy blue eyes.
Jason took a while to reply, but when he did, he asked, "what does it look like I'm doing?"
I rolled my eyes, then looked up at the television. He was playing some weird car racing game or something. I owned a bunch of games, but I never bothered to play them. I mainly spent my time with my music, which was my obsession. My brother always thought I was strange. I guess I was. At school I was part of a small group that all the so-called 'popular' kids considered outcasts.
Jason grinned. "Yes! I won!" He punched the air with his fist before turning to look at me. "Oh, sorry, did you want to use the Playstation?"
I gave an exasperated sigh. "No thanks."
"Okay, whatever." He got up and put his hand on the railing on the stairs. "Oh, and by the way," he said before walking up, "you better pack your bags."
My eyes widened. "So ... so ... I can go?"
"Yepp," Jason nodded and I grinned.
"Thanks!" As soon as he left the basement, I flipped through the video games that were scattered on the floor around the PS2, picking one and popping it in.
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A/N: Okay, this chapter was a lot shorter than what I was going to write, and I'm sorry for that, I've just been really busy with my guitar and my birthday (which was March 13), so I'll try to get the next chapter written as soon as I can.
Sneak Preview of next chapter: And they're off! The four teens decide to take a detour through the mountains, and end up on a dark road where they run out of gas. Oooh, what will happen?
Hey kiddies, this is chapter 2. I was gonna get it done earlier, honest, but I had too much to do ... yeah, as if holding my acoustic in my arms trying to imitate Hendrix licks from my CD player is something I had to do ... Yeah ... I think I'll shut up now ...
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Silent Hill, DUH! If I owned Silent Hill I'd be like, so cool, but I don't, so ... wait a minute ... I do own Lily, Jason, Curtis, and Jackson. I also don't own the PS2, which I mention in this chapter. Well, I have a PS2, I just don't ... ah, whatever
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That night I went to sleep with a lot on my mind. And it's not just that I was wishing I could go on the trip with my brother. As a matter of fact, I couldn't really tell what was on my mind. My dreams were even stranger. I knew something bad was happening, but when I woke up three hours after I had fell asleep, I couldn't exactly remember what.
When I sat straight up in bed and looked around at my surroundings, I felt claustrophobic in my own room. It may not seem that weird, but it is weird for me. I've never felt claustrophobic before, and I never thought I ever would. I was sweating and breathing deeply, so I got up and ran out of my room to the bathroom. I leaned over the sink and turned the taps on, splashing water onto my face. I looked up at the mirror that hung above the sink and saw my reflection in the darkness. The moonlight from a nearby window made my face just visible, and my eyes were wide.
Feeling sick, I turned the light on and sat down beside the toilet, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. I don't know what I was so shaken about. I was trembling, and sweating in places I had never sweat before. The worst part about it was that my hands were sore and stiff. I closed my eyes for a split second, and then opened them forcefully.
Starting to feel drowsy, I got up quickly, turned off the light of the bathroom and stumbled to my room in the darkness. By the time I reached my bed, I pulled the covers up around my head and closed my eyes, instantly falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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The next morning I woke up at noon, and forgot all about what had happened the night before. I got up from my bed and walked to my dresser, pulling out a shirt and pants. I got dressed quickly and walked into the living room to see if Jason was awake yet.
He wasn't, so I decided to check the basement, which also happened to be where his room was. Just as I had suspected, he was sitting in front of the television with a Playstation2 controller in his hand, staring intently at the screen.
"'Morning, Jase," I said, sitting down beside him on the grey carpet.
"Hey," he said, not taking his eyes away from the screen to look at me.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, looking at the screen's reflection in his glossy blue eyes.
Jason took a while to reply, but when he did, he asked, "what does it look like I'm doing?"
I rolled my eyes, then looked up at the television. He was playing some weird car racing game or something. I owned a bunch of games, but I never bothered to play them. I mainly spent my time with my music, which was my obsession. My brother always thought I was strange. I guess I was. At school I was part of a small group that all the so-called 'popular' kids considered outcasts.
Jason grinned. "Yes! I won!" He punched the air with his fist before turning to look at me. "Oh, sorry, did you want to use the Playstation?"
I gave an exasperated sigh. "No thanks."
"Okay, whatever." He got up and put his hand on the railing on the stairs. "Oh, and by the way," he said before walking up, "you better pack your bags."
My eyes widened. "So ... so ... I can go?"
"Yepp," Jason nodded and I grinned.
"Thanks!" As soon as he left the basement, I flipped through the video games that were scattered on the floor around the PS2, picking one and popping it in.
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A/N: Okay, this chapter was a lot shorter than what I was going to write, and I'm sorry for that, I've just been really busy with my guitar and my birthday (which was March 13), so I'll try to get the next chapter written as soon as I can.
Sneak Preview of next chapter: And they're off! The four teens decide to take a detour through the mountains, and end up on a dark road where they run out of gas. Oooh, what will happen?