delusion ending

Blaine threw himself into the wooden door, and it smashed open, breaking off the hinges. His shoulder now throbbed with pain, along with his side and his stomach, but he pushed himself further; he wouldn't let it get to him. He fell to the ground from the force of his efforts, and immediately got back up.

The entire town of Silent Hill, grotesque and bloody, stretched before him. Behind him was the door to the convenience store.

"Where are you?!" Blaine screamed. "Where are you?!"

Then, from behind him, he heard a faint creaking noise, and he bolted around, whipping out his handgun.

His Father stood there, and laughed. "Sorry, Blaine, that's not going to work this time."

The gun clicked as Blaine tried to fire it. He threw it to the side. "So what, then? You made up all that shit about caring for Mom, or Amanda, or even me?"

He laughed again. The rain started coming down again, and lightning lit the sky as thunder shook the ground. "No. I didn't make it up."

"Oh! Okay, that's why you said, hmm, what was it? Oh yeah: 'It's too bad he couldn't quite finish you off'!" Blaine ran up to man and punched him in the face. "Fuck you! Fuck you for everything you did! You. . ." He felt the tears welling up inside him. "You gave me such a. . .such a poor definition of what love is. . ." He sobbed, but his voice showed anger. "You made me think what my Mother was doing to me was love!" He kicked him as hard as he could. "Kelly loved me! Why did you leave?! Why did you disappear?! Why did you leave me alone?!" He stood there, enraged, over his wounded Father, waiting for an answer.

Again, Robert laughed in front of him. "What?! I'd be the first person accused! I couldn't have that!"

". . . You ruined my life, Dad. . ." His voice sounded like that of a child.

Robert lifted himself back up. "God damn it, kid. . . You still just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what, Dad? That everybody in my sick, twisted, fucked up family hates me?"

"No, that it wasn't me!" He managed another laugh. "Jesus, kid! Your Mother raped you!"

Blaine punched him again. "Shut up! I know that! I just. . .I could never hurt her. . ."

His nose was bleeding. "Why, Blaine? Weren't you always an angry guy? You killed Michael! I watched you beat those two monsters until they were practically a liquid, for Christ's sake!"

Blaine's eyes narrowed. "You watched me?"

"No, Blaine, I didn't watch you!"

The skies flashed with lightning. Blaine heard a loud crash, as he watched the convenience store crumble into dust, and fall beneath the mesh. Both their voices were nearly drowned out by the rain and thunder. "What? What are you talking about? You just said—"

"Blaine!" The voice screamed. It was so loud it hurt Blaine's ears.

He covered his ears. "Shit! Why is everything fucked up like this now?!"

Because. . .

He heard the all-to familiar voice in his head.

Now you know the Truth.

The ground shook beneath him. "No!" Blaine yelled. "He didn't tell me! How did you see me?!" His head felt like it was splitting open. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he wouldn't.

"Oh God! Everyone hurry!"

". . . Amanda?"

The ground began to shake more and more violently, until buildings were collapsing everywhere, and webs of lightning covered the sky.

Beep

His arms felt tingly and strange, like thousands of needles were all over them. Suddenly his body became unbelievably heavy and he fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.

Beep

The beeping sound was one he knew well, he had memorized it, and it had become every bit a part of his new life as his new home. He saw himself standing beside him, though his vision was getting blurry, and he could hardly make him out. His voice was getting distant as well.

"Remember what brought you here, Blaine? The television, the girl was shot, and now she's in a coma? That never happened."

I don't know. . .what's happening. . .

"Nothing happened."

"Come quick! Amanda! Get Amanda!"

"That's. . .Carol's voice . . ."

Now everything was a white void, becoming clear again, forming new shapes.

"It was all just—"

Blaine inhaled sharply. His eyes opened quickly and painfully. His lungs hurt. The light was too bright, even though there was barely any. He lifted his arm to cover his eyes, before realizing that his arm barely moved. He saw what looked like a human figure running at him. He was terrified. When he tried to scream, only a soft whisper came out. "Where. . . am . . . I . . .?"

He heard a reassuring voice. "It's okay, Blaine. You're safe now. Everything's going to be alright." She was crying, but she was happy.

Amanda? Blaine thought. He reached up and put his hand on her face. "Why. . .?"

"Don't talk, Blaine." She said, and she threw her arms around him.

Amanda sat next to him, and he simply looked around the room he had been confined in for so long. It felt strange. Everything felt different now, just being alive felt so different. He turned to Amanda. "What. . .happened to me. . .?"

She smiled, just being happy that he was talking again, but she was still crying. She tried to open her mouth to talk a few times, but nothing ever came out.

Somebody else walked into the room. Blaine recognized her. "Excuse me." He said. "Who are you?"

"It's a good thing that you're finally awake, kiddo." She took a chair and sat down next to him. "My name's Carol Girard. I was your physiotherapist."

Blaine remembered being in the school. He remembered how he couldn't walk, and he felt something help him, pushing him along. "Don't worry, kid, this'll make you feel better."

"Actually," Carol continued. "You almost woke three or four times today."

He remembered every time the world around him changed, he felt detached from it. Those were the times he had almost awoken. That meant he had lived nineteen years in four years, but his adventure through Silent Hill was only one day.

"How. . .long has it been since I was shot?"

Amanda didn't seem comfortable discussing it, but she answered. "Um. . . about four years."

He had live nineteen years of a life that didn't exist. He still felt twenty-nine, but he was only fourteen. "Holy shit. . ." Than a thought had occurred to him. If he had gone into a coma right away. . . "What about Mom?!" He said urgently.

Amanda sighed. "She's dead, Blaine. She died instantly."

Once again, and yet for the first time in years, Blaine cried.

He was in the hospital for weeks. It took three weeks of physiotherapy before he could walk on his own again, but he was optimistic about it. It was a full two months before he was out of the hospital, taking the bus back to Silent Hill, to get the rest of his stuff. They had put him and Amanda in foster care. He was going to look up Kelly again, but she had moved. He knew that their relationship had ended long ago anyway. The bus drove up to the observation deck, the most scenic area in Silent Hill, and Blaine told them to let him off.

As he walked up a parking lot where James Sunderland would walk several years later, he saw himself standing there. "And that's the whole reason you made me drive to Silent Hill in the first place, isn't it?"

His other self nodded. "Uh-huh. Any longer in that coma would've killed you."

They were both quiet, enjoying the look of the lake. Blaine spoke up. "So, I'll those times I was in the fucked up place, and I heard people say 'wake up', that was real people telling me to wake up?"

"Yep. You were right on the verge of waking up many times, Blaine."

"So, you just wanted to get me to learn all that shit I learned before I woke up, is that it?"

"No." He laughed. "You're the one who had to deal with it all, Blaine."

"Well, I guess we'd better start walking back to my place." He said as he started walking towards the forest path.

"Aren't you going to look Kelly up again?"

Blaine chuckled. "You know what? I've dealt with all my problems over four years now. I really don't need this shit anymore. Kelly and I aren't friends anymore."

"What about all those times in the coma. . .?"

"I need to help Amanda right now. I can still help her. She's been watching me stay half dead for four years. I don't need to talk to Kelly right now."

Are you sure, Blaine?

"I'm sure."

Well, it's your decision.

They started walking into the forest path leading into Silent Hill, and Blaine had chosen. He had chosen the person who had been with him all his life, over the person who had loved him.

You still have me, after all. . .

Meanwhile, in a small hospital in Silent Hill, a young girl named Alessa quietly slipped into a nightmare. . .

THE END