Chapter 2"Safety in Sanctuary"

I do not own Silent Hill. Konami does.

"Adrian, come on! Swing me!" Nami shouted to me as she ran towards the childrens swingset, I was following close behind her, not breaking my stride.

"You know you're too big for that swing."

"Oh, so you're calling me fat?" She smiled and plopped herself in the childs swingset, barely fitting in. "Now swing me!" she giggled.

The sound of static woke me from my dream, I sat up and looked around the room for the cause of the disturbance. An old television was mounted to the wall in the corner, and it was on the "snow show" as I used to call it when I was a child. The chennel you get when you don't have any channels.

My surroundings were hard to make out due to the blurriness that surrounded everything. I could barely make out my hands in front of my face.

"Where am I?" I asked aloud, hoping someone could hear me and help me out.

I looked about the room, letting my vision focus a little. The room was completely white, and very generic looking, even though it was a little small. I looked at the bed I was lying in, and found out that I was in a hospital gurney. After searching my surrondings I discovered some stationary with the words "Brookhaven Hospital" written on them.

"The hospital...?" I asked myself, I was taken aback that I was in the town of Silent Hill, a neighboring town to my apartment building. What had I done that was such an emergency that I had to be rushed to the best hospital in the county. My mind recoiled as I collected my memories.

I started to cry, and put my hands to my face, noticing the blood stained bandages that were on my wrists. It didn't matter. I'd do it again if I could find something sharp, the love of my lfie was gone from me...

I spent a few minutes in memory, thinking back to all of the good times I had with Nami, I couldn't live without her. I've got to find a phone, call her, and fix all of this...I have been nothing but a perfect boyfriend for her. I loved her like no one else would...

I collected myself. I usually have a calm, quiet nature about myself. I'm not that loud of a person, and i've never really gone out looking for trouble. I had an image to obtain, I couldn't be caught breaking down like this. People have always told me that bottling up your emotions makes you weaker...But i'd prefer to be weak than to raise my strength only to have it come collapsing down when the weight of stress pulls me down.

I put my legs over the side of the gurney, and fell onto the floor. My legs would not support my weight, and my wrists recoiled as they caught my fall and pulled on the scars. I crawled over to a chair, and pulled myself back on my feet.

"I'll crawl to you if I have to..."

I took a moment to change into my clothes after I had collected them from a nearby locker in the room. I was wearing a pair of black jeans, with a long sleeve, silk, button up shirt. I checked myself in the mirror, fixing my shaggy black hair the way I liked it, and adding a hint of eyeliner to my eyes.

I'm sure the hospital staff wouldn't mind if I walked out, there's nothing they can do to hold me here I don't think. I'd just tell them I couldn't afford to pay the bills if I was subdued. I turned on the faucet and splashed some water on my face. I was still a little dizzy from waking up. How long had I blacked out this time? This time...

I walked out of the bathroom, and looked out the big bay view window, hoping to see Toluca Lake. I had heard it was pretty this time of year. But I couldn't see it. It was strange, everything was masked in a thick, thick fog. I had a weird feeling in my stomach...Everything was so...Silent.

Good observation.

I walked to the other side of the room, and started to open the door before it was slammed in my face. "Uh, Hello?" I asked knocking lightly on the door. "I'm trying to leave, can you please stop blocking the door.

Silence was my only answer.

I pushed harder, and managed to crack the door a little bit, but after a certain point the door stood still in it's tracks, and refused to budge. "I really must leave, it's an emergency!" I shouted to the person on the other side of the door.

I got an answer this time. Very heavy breathing. The kind of breathing someone goes through when they are struggling for breath, and dying at the same time.

I immediately let go of the door, and let it close with an abrupt Thud. Something was definately wrong with this place, that breathing wasn't...Human, but something else. I searched the room frantically, looking for a weapon. I didn't think a bed pan would make a very decent weapon though, so I let it stay where it was. There had to be something...

The window.

I opened the window and looked down two stories at the ground. Maybe I could...No. I thought to myself. "You're crazy for even thinking it." But a light scratching sound began to echo from the door, like the thing on the other side had sensed something.

I pulled myself out on the ledge, and looked once more at the ground. If the fall didn't kill me, the resulting blood loss would.

The thing on the otherside of the door began to frantically claw at it. I could hear the wood splintering, obviously I had angered it by leaving my sanctuary. But I wasn't going to stick around and see what my would be protector looked like.

I let myself fall.

Behind me I heard the door crash down, and an angry howling (If you could even describe the noise as a howl.) followed me as I fell. My entire body shook with shock as I hit the ground, everything was on fire again. Especially my wrists, I could feel some blood seeping out of wounds, and soaking into the bandage. It was cold to my skin.

I lay on the ground for a bit, letting the shock wear off, and letting my strength return. I stood up and dusted myself off. Even though I just had a near death expierence with some sort of...monster. I still needed to talk to my angel, and fix what had happened. I'll laugh about this when we start dating again. I needed to find a payphone, to call a cab to take me home. I wish I had my cell phone...

By: Dillon Sharp

Thank you "Literary Alchemist" for the review. It's the only reason I wrote this chapter. To everyone: I apologize for the lackluster performance of my writing. Hopefully it will get better in later chapters.