I apologize, but this chapter will be short. Most of the rest will be longer than this, I can assure you.
A Night of Confusion
It seemed like just another night, only things were much different, indeed. We were moving into a new town, a safer one, or so my parents claimed. I assumed they thought I was unstable and wouldn't be able to stand much pressure or stress. Anything that reminded me of violence.
It's been three days since Miranda was murdered, and I haven't spoken a word to them. I had hardly eaten anything recently because our diet mostly consisted of several meats, and I couldn't bare the thought of sinking my teeth into something that was once slaughtered. I expected some teasing from my father to lighten up the situation, and have him saying something like, "Suddenly become a health-nut, have you?" However, he hasn't spoken a word, and neither has my mother. I guess they know that the pain in my heart is too great.
Strangely, at Miranda's funeral, I didn't cry. I haven't cried yet, either. I guess it's because it was such a shock. Maybe my mind hasn't accepted the fact that she's gone yet, but then, how can I not miss her when I look to my left or right and she's not there?
We had nothing to bring along to Silent Hill. As of now, we were just heading over to the town to check it out, see how it was. See if it were sane enough, I figured, but it was strange; it wasn't a far location from where I originally lived, and yet, I had never heard of the town before. Even for a town, it seemed rather large in size, according to the map.
As mentioned, there was nothing to bring. Just a necklace with a red stone that I always wore. We didn't expect to move things in until several days later.
The rain was coming down peacefully, and we were moving into a higher elevation. Thanks to the humidity and suddenly drop in temperature, there was a lot of fog as we neared the town closer and closer. I was near drifting off into a sleep. I had been staring out the window for some time at distant mountains and terrain. The streaks of rainwater sliding down the window seemed to mesmerize me.
As I lied my head down to sleep in the seat at my side, Dad slammed on the brakes and I sat upright within a second.
"What is that?" he said, peering into the darkness ahead.
I looked past them and the windshield. A girl in a white dress was standing in the middle of the road, her eyes closed, embracing herself in the cold, wet rain. Dad rolled down the window and asked if she needed some assistance. Suddenly, I felt very uneasy.
I held my head as I heard a piercing siren, as though static had entered my brain. In a short flash, I saw that same girl standing in a dark room, looking at her reflection in the mirror. In the reflection, blood poured in through the room via a faucet and slowly crept up the walls and onto her skin, staining her once clean clothes. Then, she backed for the door as the blood was leaking from the mirror and towards her as she cowered by the door.
I opened my eyes when I heard the door beside me slam. I looked to my side, and there was the girl. She didn't look to me, but instead, ignored my stare. I looked opposite of her, also out the window, and leaned away as I felt my eyelids feel more heavy.
That was the last thing I remember.