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 =

I don't know what it is, about blood. What makes it so disgusting. No one wants to touch it. When we try to assess a wound we ask how bad they were bleeding. I mean, you can be in pretty bad shape, and not be bleeding at all by my way of thinking. Maybe... maybe they blood is just there to make us notice....

Or.. Maybe that was just my A.D.D. acting up, because as I pondered the sea of fresh blood quickly consuming our classroom had made it's way to my feet.

Allyson lay there on the floor, no one had made a move near her. In fact, I think I was the only one who didn't move farther away. It all happened so quick, in my head I knew that. But it was like I was seeing it all in slow motion. Allyson's chest just... sprung a leak. And the blood, there was an impossible amount of blood, moving much fast than it should.

"Cassie, get up! Look at your shoes!!"

"Huh?" Oh yeah. Um, well I guess I'm glad I shop at ' Pay-less' now.

Mandy Sween, the one who told me to move, was in front of the cowering crowd. Spreading her arms out wide, like that would protect them? She cocked her head to the side and dropped her arms when I got up.

"Oh my god, she was............. pointing at you."

"What?" I turned around, and sure as shit.... It started from Allyson, who was at the back opposite corner from me. The blood had stretched across and inexplicably made it to me. And, it trailed off to the side, right to.. Matt? I think that was his name.

Everyone was screaming. It took me a while to realize that. Everything seemed dimmer, like it was moving slower. All very reminiscent of a nightmare, where you know, you're running, but just can't get your legs to work.

Matt and I took a minute to exchange glances while Mrs. Van screamed into the phone receiver, which apparently had gone dead. He looked, frightened. I was too, a bit I guess. Mostly I had the feeling that this was, familiar? Was that the feeling I had?

Looking around, the school walls had gone dark, aged, like the first step towards rotting. Mandy, and the others were at the door, pounding, wailing. I guess it was locked. Why? Why would this be familiar to me? This was, this was like a nightmare.

I wanted to cry. My legs didn't want to hold me anymore, so I gave in. I sunk to the floor and let the blood seep into my jeans. Matt had closed his eyes and started mumbling to himself. Maybe he was trying to shut out what was happening. Good idea. I put my face in my hands, but that wasn't enough. I had to press them against my ears. Maybe then the sound of my own blood rushing to my head would drown out the screams.

"Ms. Davies? .......... Ms. Davies? ..... Cassandra?" Mrs. Van's condescending, voice made me open my eyes.

"Wha?"

"Are we to loud for you?"

"Uhh.." Where? How? But....

I looked around. Everything was the same. Except, I was on the floor, with my heads pressed against my ears, looking more crazy than usual.

" Um, sorry." I moused, and got back into my seat. Man, I'm such an ass. It was only some sort of, freakish nightmare. I heard some giggles and sighed. Lovely. I wasn't all that popular anyway, and going all nuts in a big room doesn't usually help that. Speaking of non-popular.... I cast a sideways glance to the back corner of the room. Allyson and that kid Matt where right next to each other. As I saw that, it was like my stomach dropped. Because that awful feeling took over again. Like we were moving in slow motion.

Allyson had a hand to her chest, as her pencil rolled to the floor. Matt freaked. He got up so fast his chair made an awful screech on the floor. Everyone who was giggling at me turned their attention to him.

Sighing heavily, Mrs. Van spoke. "Mr. Williams, what new disturbance do we have?"

Matt backed up and stuttered. "She... it was.. just like.. this..." My spine straightened when I heard him say that. Had we, "seen" the same thing? Our eyes meet.

Our teacher looked quizzical. "Ms. Gabe? Everything alright back there?"

Allyson looked like a deer in the headlights. "Uhh, yeah." She moved her hand up to her mouth and let out and unconvincing cough. "Sorry, I have a cold. Can I go to my locker and get some cough drops?"

Mrs. Van, looking as exasperated as she sounded, nodded. "If it would prevent anymore disturbances from today's test, I encourage you to do so."

Matt was still standing up, looking like a lost little kid as Allyson hurried out of the classroom. Had, she seen it too? Or... did she make us see it? In my minds eye I flashed back to her, motionless in her own blood. But somehow I could see the blackboard this time. You can't read in dreams I heard. The left side of the brain is asleep. But in remembering, somehow I saw it. Written in the same blood the had covered my jeans.

"Come home."