chapter eleven
Blaine walked silently, quickly, wanting to see his sister, wanting everything to end, wanting to get out of Silent Hill, wanting to leave everything he had seen and remembered behind him.
Remember that one day? You were going to kill Michael, and I supported you, but then you talked to Kelly, and then, all of the sudden, it was "wrong". And I knew it was, but I also knew that he would attack you if he saw you. Self defense. It would have worked, too.
"I didn't want to sink down to his level. I'm so much better a person than he ever was."
Do you remember why you wanted so much to kill him?
"Because he hurt me."
No, because of that one time he beat up Amanda. How did you two drift so far apart? You totally blew her off in the car, than you saw her, and all the sudden, it was like it was back then.
"I made a mistake drifting so far from her, so I fixed it."
You know you couldn't have really seen him. Michael, I mean.
"Yeah, I know."
Remember that day? You were so happy. That other poor kid, Alessa, the witch, and the day she proved she was a witch. One day, he just died, and you talked to her, and she said that all she did was think about it, and it happened. You were happy, and started hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could do it too.
"I was wrong."
You tried it on your Father, and it didn't work. He just got mad at you again, like always. So you went to Kelly. You always protected Amanda, and Kelly, but Kelly also protected you. Every time something happened, you'd run to her. If you couldn't, you'd pray at your bed.
Blaine saw himself beside him. "Then you met me and all of the sudden, you didn't need Kelly, so she was out of the picture."
"Why did you ruin our friendship?"
"Me?! I didn't ruin anything! I'm you, kid. And besides, you two were going out a few years after you moved out, so what's the big deal? You ended that relationship, and I had nothing to do with it."
Blaine sighed. "Yeah, you're right. You're always right. Thank you for everything you did. I'm glad I met you. God, if I hadn't met you, I would've gone nuts!"
"You ever notice that there are no weird creatures out here?"
"I've got twenty shots in case one decides to pop up."
They crossed the draw bridge into Central Silent Hill.
"You remember Carol, don't you?"
"No."
"Yes you do! You just don't know where she's from."
"You're right again. I feel like I've known her for the longest, and she was there, in the locker, when everything was . . ." Blaine couldn't finish, he hated talking about it.
"We're here."
They both stood in front of the Alchemilla hospital gates. The other Blaine disappeared.
I know you don't want to go in there, but you have to.
Blaine pushed the heavy gates open, and walked up to the door.
"Multiple gunshot wounds! Get him to ICU, and hurry, damn it!"
He turned the knob, and opened the door. It was empty, just like everywhere else. "Hello?"
He walked in, and closed the door behind him. It was surprisingly bright.
"Oh God, please don't take her away . . ."
He heard those words from the examination room. He walked up to the door, and slowly opened it.
There, on the bed in front of him, was his sister. She was bruised and cut, and unconscious. On the ground near the bed, somebody was on their knees. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He turned his head and looked at Blaine.
Blaine wasn't shocked, only surprised. He was getting used to meeting people he didn't expect to. He almost cried just seeing him right now. "Dad. . ."
He sobbed. "Blaine! Thank God you're here! It's Amanda; I think she's really hurt!"
Blaine silently walked up beside his Father. He turned to him. "Look at me, Dad."
Richard looked at him.
Blaine raised his fist, and punched him hard in the face. "That's for everything you ever did to Mom and I."
"Oh, my damn nose!" His nose was bleeding. He wiped the blood from his face, and then looked at his son. He sighed. "You're right, I deserved that. It was only after your Mother died, that I realized what I had done."
Blaine laughed sarcastically. "Oh, I get it now! That's why you left Mom to take care of me! Kind of a coincidence that you just vanished the day before she got shot!"
"I swear I had nothing to do with that! Please, Blaine, we can talk later! We have got to help Amanda!"
He felt his anger inside him again, and he pushed it down. "Fine!" He said. "What happened?"
"I found her near Annie's Bar."
He likes to go there a lot, doesn't he?
"She was badly hurt, so I carried her here. I don't even know how I managed to do it, but I knew she needed help."
"Well, what should—" And suddenly, his head throbbed again. "Damn!" And again, until he was on his knees. His vision blurred, and then he heard the siren.
"She's not going to die! Mom's not going to die! Don't say she's going to die!"
"I'm sorry, but she died right when she was shot. . ."
"No! She's not dead! She can't die!"
Then he couldn't see or hear anything.
"If Mom dies, then I've got nothing anymore!"