The usual disclaimer. As you might of guessed, I did not create "Silent Hill". Other, smarter people did - don't sue me. All you will get is my debt.
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This story is told from 2 or 3 different perspectives. sooo whoever's name is at the top, you are seeing the story from their point of view. :)
This takes place 17 years after the events in silent hill 3
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= CASSIE =
It was supposed to be a mild October. Mild... what does mild mean anyway? Warm or cold, ok I get that. But I can't say, "Boy, sure is mild enough to wear a swimsuit."
"Mild, mild, mild, ....." my voice trailed off into the wind. If you say it enough your mouth feels funny.
God I was freezing. My mom insisted I take a jacket. So of course, I took off my sweater and went out in short sleeves. Uh, I showed her? So cold.. So cold. Mostly, so stupid. Maybe if I just kept thinking about how cold I was... the friction inside my brain would warm me up......
It was about a mile walk to school. Block after block of unassuming milk carton shaped houses. Each one had it's own personality. Maybe some Halloween decorations, a cement goose (those ones with the little outfits, I like the raincoat one), a lawn decoration here and there. Long live flamingo lawn ornament !
At least, they used to. Shivering I looked behind me. Isn't that the Moore's house? I swear they had the raincoat goose..... did they move it? Geese, everything looked stripped now that I thought about it. It was all so quiet, and felt so different.
-SLAM-
T he sound of a door harshly closed rung out into the silence. Maybe it was just the cold, but it made my ears hurt a little. I squinted at the distant porch to see the offending party.
My eyes meet with Allyson Gabe's. She looked directly at me, like she just knew without really searching that there was no one else on the street. Even from far away it looked as if she had been crying. Just as that thought came to me she rubbed her eyes and smoothed down her hair. She stood for a minute. Only then did I realize I was still staring at her, quite obviously. I wouldn't feel weird about it, it was just, Allyson was a little, ... unpopular at our school. She sighed and hustled down to the sidewalk, head down.
Guilt felt like a little hot poker of nausea in my tummy. She probably thought I didn't want to walk on the same sidewalk as her. Crap. Should I try and catch up with her? Oh man, what if someone sees me? Wait, am I shallow enough to care if someone sees me talking to her? Double wait... what if I do talk to her, she hates me, then people think I'm weird too, then everyone hates me. Then I eat lunch alone for the rest of my life. Then when I choke on a cracker no one notices, I die alone in the lunchroom, lunch lady puts my body in recycling bin and takes my juice box.
She turned around. Crap! I hadn't moved an inch! Turning her back once again I forced myself to walk.
Allyson Gabe. I must have gone to school with her my entire life. But I don't really have any recollection of a first impression of the girl. At some point in all my assimilated high school knowledge I accepted that Allyson was bad news. Thinking about it, I'd never actually talked to her. She just sat in the back and spoke when spoken to. She was supposed to be "weird". Stories were whispered. Like in 4th grade when Charlie Banch broke both his legs in a car crash, it was because he asked her to dance. Ridiculous shit like that. Maybe I was afraid to offend her because my first instinct told me I'd be cursed for pissing her off. Crap. I sprinted a couple houses to catch up to her.
"Hey!"
She turned around. And so did I, because I didn't say anything. We were both faced with a brown haired boy. I'd never seen him before. It was a small town, so I was quite sure. Who the hell was he?