This isn't right. I shouldn't be here.
That thing...that thing killed me. I saw the blood.
I died...
I woke up in a small room, bleak and dirty. I was sitting in a small, white chair facing a wall of bars. I kept my hands folded neatly in my lap...waiting.
Waiting for him.
The body I occupied was not my own. I would never wear such revealing things, in these bright colours. I felt so unfomfortable in these high heel boots. This wasn't me.
I began to feel light headed, and suddenly the room disappeared. All I could see was James.
Sweet James...
If I listened carefully enough, I could hear him speak...
"You're alive! Maria! I thought that thing killed you! Are you hurt bad?"
Maria? James floats into my unconsciousness and he's calling me by another name. I wish I could be back in that room...that cell...but James is right here. It's all I ever wanted.
"Not at all silly."
"Maria? That thing... it stabbed you. There was blood everywhere."
He must be scared, poor thing, that's why he's confusing me with someone else. He doesn't understand what it's like, balancing on the thread of existence between living and dead."Stabbed me? What do you mean?"
He doesn't even remember how I died. Was he being metaphorical? Was this "thing" that stabbed me his way of explaining my illness? I didn't understand. I can't remember what it's like, living and breating and conscious...those are memories of long ago.
"It chased us to the elevator. And then..."
"James, what are you talking about?"
I remember an elevator, from long ago, in the hospital. James left, angry at me, hating my very existence. I followed him into the hallway, but he got into the elevator before I could tell him how sorry I was.
And how much I loved him.
Was he talking about that day?
"James honey... Did something happen to you? After we got separated in that long hallway? Are you confusing me with someone else?"
I can't help but giggle. He was being so innocent and scared, like a little puppy. Was he playing dumb because he was afraid? Afraid that I may tell him the truth?
After all, the truth would destroy him.
Just like the truth destroyed me.
"You were always so forgetful, James. Remember that time in the hotel?"
"Maria...?"
I think it's time he knew the truth. He came here, to Silent Hill, looking for me because he blocked the truth from his memory. Even though the truth will destroy him, I think not knowing will drive him mad. I hated seeing him mad...
"You said you took everything... But you forgot that videotape we made. I wonder if it's still there..."
That videotape...I play it back in my mind...over and over again...
"How do you know about that! Aren't you Maria?"
Maybe I am. Maybe this body is Maria...but my mind is Mary. I am no longer one or the other...I'm a new Mary. I am free.
"I'm not your Mary."
"So you're Maria?"
How I long to touch his face...
"I am... if you want me to be. It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you, James."
How I long to feel his lips...
"See? I'm real. Don't you want to touch me?"
I'm not in control anymore...
"I don't know."
"Come and get me. I can't do anything through these bars."
My soul is free...
"Okay...stay right there. I'll be there soon."
The being I leave behind is his creation.
A/N: Yay! A continuation! This time I chose the theory that everything that James encounters in Silent Hill is a representation of his sexual perversion. Although I don't believe this theory, I hungrily exploited it in this sextion...oops...I mean section. lol
