The Room

1st Person Mode

I lied on my bed, which also seemed to have that sterile smell. I was still rather suspicious but not so much until I opened my studies.

To my surprise, the pages were blank. I blinked and rubbed my eyes after finding that the pages in my Math book were blank! I flipped through the entire book, but every single page was blank. This wasn't nearly as weird as when I opened "The Scarlet Letter," the book assigned by my English teacher to read. As I flipped through several pages, I noticed that several sentences and paragraphs were typed out on the paper, but the rest of the paper, blank. Holes in the story that seemed to represent only the main standing points of what I had remembered. There would even be a page where there would be one word in the middle of the page, and then a large blank before proceeding to the next paragraph along the bottom.

I grabbed random books off of my shelf and opened them. All blank except several I had memorized from reading. There was not one single book that was full of text. Then, to my surprise, when I returned to my bedside shelf to grab The Bible, something held me back at first. I then grabbed it to find that every word was where it should have been, but then there were some text that had been edited in with red ink; symbols of human sacraments and sacrifices, Pagan symbols, writing as alien as hieroglyphics, and morbid skulls and skeletons of creatures beyond this world. But what did it all mean?

3rd Person Mode

"I knew she'd find out," said the boy, entering the Sanctuary through the side door.

"But how does she remember the Sacraments?" asked the old woman.

"Think about it; you're the one who believed she was the chosen one ever since Alessa," replied the boy.

"This is true. I knew some generation of Alessa's offspring would be gifted." She smirked. "Alessa is my daughter, afterall."

"The only reason Alessa was 'gifted' is because you bathed her in the blood of sacrificed priests. She was both unholy and damned."

"Quiet! Do you want her to hear you?" hissed the old woman.

"We should shut down the room. Unique already knows that there's something terribly wrong."

"Fine. We will have to create some diversion so we can shackle her before she panics," concluded the woman, and headed for the stairs to the basement below.

1st Person Mode

As I flicked back more pages of this unholy Bible, things seemed to be familiar, yet, I had never seen this book before. So what did it all mean? I figured I must have been dreaming; this was all another premonition and I was wondering what it's meaning was within itself.

As I near closed the book, it merely melted in my hands. The red book and it's red ink absorbed into my hands and looked of blood. I yelped and backed away from my bedside shelf, trying to wipe the blood from my hands and onto my jeans, but it's as though it were multiplying and compiling from nowhere. It began to drip off of my fingers as in formed into large wads that were mistaken from blood and now as a thick flesh.

I turned to flee from my room, seeing I was in a panic, but the door slammed and locked ahead of me. Although the lock was on my side of the door, no matter how much I struggled, the door was bolted shut. The light in my room above my head flickered and buzzed.

It then blinked out several seconds later.

I awoke to hopefully find that all behind me had been a nightmare, but it seemed my nightmare lived on. I couldn't even pinch myself now, for my hands were in cold, metal cuffs, shackled to the headboard of the rickety hospital bed. I also found myself in a sterile, white hospital gown, and I was chilled, for this was all I wore besides my undergarments.

There were windows, but no light. Bricks concealed any sunlight that may have tried and peered past and into this gloomy room, but no such hope seemed to be found here. The tile floor was old and cracking, as well as the walls that were a sickening, dirty grey color, and the lamp that hung above as any source of light was dim and dull.

But I was not scared. I almost smiled. This had to be a dream. None of this would have been real. It was all too bizarre. I would've pinched myself, but I couldn't at the moment. I just knew that my body was still asleep in the car on the way to Silent Hill. Afterall, if this wasn't a dream, then what was it?

A nightmare. That's exactly what it was, but I wasn't going to let it frighten me anymore. I was going to sleep through it the rest of the night without fear and awake to the sunlight in the morning.

The door opened, and a dashing young boy stepped inside, near my age, I was sure. He had these mesmerizing, soft, brown eyes and raven hair. He was tall and rather thin. He was pale, but I wasn't complaining; so was I, and I had no complaints just looking at him.

"Hello, Unique," he said. His voice made me grin.

"Hi. Might I ask what your name is?" Sure, I was toying with him, but it was MY dream.

"You're not scared?" he asked, walking closer, sitting at my bedside.

I smiled. "Of course not. I knew there'd be a knight in shining armor to save me," I joked.

"Right," he merely said, scratching his head. He tried to make the conversation more light. "My name is Daniel. I don't want you being scared. It's good you're not, because I'm gonna end all this craziness soon. Nothing to be scared of."

"Yeah, and that's why nightmares aren't always so scary," I laughed.

"You think this is a dream?" he asked rather seriously.

I frowned immediately, but then started smiling again. "You're just trying to scare me."

He frightened me at first when he moved his hand up my arm. Then he pinched me and I cried out in surprise and a sharp pain.

"Ow, what was that for?" I asked.

"You couldn't pinch yourself, so I helped," he said. "Welcome to your reality."