Silent Hill: Tears of Memory. By: Dillon Sharp
"I'm sorry, Valo...But I just can't be with you anymore. Every day...I feel myself growing apart from you, I stare in the mirror and I don't know what I want anymore. I'm so unhappy...You're the reason i'm unhappy. You're the reason I cry everynight for release from this pain. I loved you...I loved you so much. But now...I feel as though I hate you. I hate everything about you, and I hate you for making me love you so much. Please...Just leave me. Don't call me, don't talk to me. Just leave before you make me do something stupid to myself."
That was the only message left on my answering machine, the only message that I would get that day. The message that started everything.
I picked up my cell phone from the dresser, and quickly dialed my fiance's number, all that I heard on the other line was a ringing phone.
"Hello, you've reached my voicemail. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, leave me some sweet messages!" My angel's voice sang to me.
"Nami! Please...Please answer your phone...What did I do? Please, we can work this out!" I sobbed into the phone. It had been so long since I had cried, this was a new feeling to me.
I waited for hours by the phone, harassing her voice mail, and calling her nonstop...But there was no answer. Ever. And with each ring, and each unanswered call, I could feel my hope dwindling, my life dwindling. I had planned my entire future out with this girl, I gave her my everything. When she was depressed, I held her. When she couldn't talk about what was on her mind, I bought her a diary. When she smiled, I was the happiest person in the world.
But she took that away from me.
I threw my cell phone against the wall, and watched it shatter into a million peices. I could only see red as I looked about the room, looking for more things to destroy.
"I'm sorry, Valo..."
My answering machine crashed against the wall.
"I hate everything about you."
A picture of Nami and I at the park a few months ago, showing us smiling with ice cream in our hands...I ripped it in half, and winced as the glass cut my hands.
For years I have had a problem with self mutilation, it started in sixth grade after my parents divorce, and ever since then i've been in and out of self help clinics, support groups, and once a mental institution. Nami helped me get out of the bad habit when we met...
I stared at the blood running down my fingers, and I liked it. I liked seeing my pain, instead of just feeling it on the inside. I picked up another peice of broken glass, and started to slice away at the fragile peices of pale skin on my wrists.
"You...You cut?" Nami asked me with a sincere look in her eyes as she sat on my bed, my razorblade in her hand.
"Yeah...You weren't supposed to see that." I sat down on the ground, keeping my eyes firmly locked on the floor.
"Status report."
"Why do you cut, Valo?"
"He has lacerations on his wrist, he's bleeding to death."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want you to."
"Does he have any family members?"
"It's none of your concern."
"None that we have on record, sir."
"Well, when we are married, I really don't want the children having a father who self mutilates himself." She smiled at me, her short red hair hanging over her eyes a bit.
"You...You really want to marry me?"
That was the intro. The reviews will decide if I should continue it or not. If it sucks, thanks for the read.