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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= ALLY =

Seriously, would it be too much trouble for me to just be worried about drooling on my desk? My minor sinus headache had blown up into a body numbing migraine. The kind where every time your heart beats the feel of more blood pressing in your veins makes you wretch a little. My locker wasn't even 10 feet from class, but I had the worst time walking all the way to it. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I probably looked very drunk, and a little funny. OK, a lot funny looking. But seeing as I really didn't want to spew breakfast everywhere, I didn't laugh. The lockers were all facing the classes, in many rows. More like gym lockers really. With my head and my hair matted against my now sweaty head I stumbled into the right row of lockers, finally. They were all done in an eye assaulting fire-y red orange, which made me vomit a little more in my mouth. It took me several tries to count seven lockers in from the right. Then a nice five minutes of cursing to remember my com.

Not that using the com helped, I resorted to slamming my palm into the locker until I could pry it open. All I wanted was some goddamn Advil. It was all I needed.

'Ignore the pain because it's going to be over in a little bit.' I told myself. 'Just hang on. Just get through the next couple of minutes.'

Fumbling off the childproof cap I couldn't help but sink to the floor. God, I've had weird dreams before. Even dreams that hurt me. But never as bad as this. I always thought it was in my head.... like I felt my leg get broken, and they would be sore the next day.....falling off a cliff, and I'd feel dizzy all day.... oh, .. Jesus.... the worst was always burning alive...

But right now. This was the new worst. I swear, I felt someone stab me. God that didn't even cover it. Like I had a pike run through my chest.

"Oh god" I murmured and curled up a little more. It's never felt so real.... and...

Wait....What in the hell did that kid say?

Quickly approaching footsteps let me know I could soon ask him myself.

I tried very hard to look down and not to be noticed. Sadly, I was the only one in this particular section of locker.

He stepped directly in front of me and punched the locker above my head with enough force to dent it. Um, sweet? I was to tired to deal with this.

The kid bent down and spoke in a horse, but still hissing whisper.

"What in the hell was that? What in the hell did you make me see that for? Is it one of your like, little witch tricks? ...God, I thought all the stuff they said about you was bullshit because nobody liked you. Jesus I didn't know you really were a freak." He sounded positively furious. And by furious, I mean scared shitless. All I could do was cough out an abrupt laugh.

"You think that shit is funny?"

I rewarded him by looking him straight in the eye this time. "Yes, yes I do think that "shit" is funny. Now leave me alone before you wet yourself or something." I shook my head, and suddenly , giggled. "Little witch tricks.."

In the time it took me to blink his hand shot out again, around my neck.

"Do you think it's funny now?" He sneered.

He was pressing just enough to make it uncomfortable, but I could still talk.

"I really don't want you touching me." I sounded dull, flat. Not really like someone was threatening me. So I think he was just as surprised when I punched him as I was. It caught him in the eye, causing him to withdraw the hand around my neck. He sat dumbfounded for a second, then focused his attention on cussing me out some more. And with the first act of mercy today, the bell rang. I jumped up to run back to Mrs. Van's for my bag.

I slipped into the empty classroom, thankful that the kid hadn't followed me. Looking at all the desks I sighed a little. Everyone always scooches their chair away from mine a little. They do it right in front of me too. Not that I'd say anything. I never stick up for myself.

Well, except for two minutes ago.... Man that kid looked scared.

Slipping my black messenger bag over my shoulder, I realized my headache was gone. And not just gone, but somehow.... I felt... better.

Just then a nice thought crossed my mind. 'I could go for some ice cream.' It was only second period, but what the hell.

I left school with a smile on my face for the first time in my life that day.