Your tender voice I hear,
Your words echo inside me.
You said You long for me,
And that you love me.
And I want to see you too.
Feels just like I'm falling
Is there nothing I can do?
Wonder if you hear my calling.
It had been seven months, two weeks, and three days since Rose and Sharon had disappeared. The day they had left was the last day of Christopher Da Silva's life. Rose had always been a strong-willed woman. It was one of the reasons he had fell in love with her. That fiery nature had allured him, but he never once thought it'd lead to tragedy.
In the days that had passed since their disappearance, Chris had begun to show the signs of stress. Gray was beginning to form at his temples and the creases along his face had become deeper and more prominent. Just a few months ago, this would have bothered him to no end, but his sense of vanity had slipped away and been replaced with a determination to find out what happened to his family.
On this particular Tuesday morning, Chris could be found seated before a blank computer screen. He had long ago fallen asleep, but that wasn't unusual. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept in the bedroom. That place held too many memories of Rose. He could still smell her scent upon the pillows. It tormented his already fragile mind, thus he excluded that place from his life as much as possible.
Chris wasn't sure what awoke him that morning, but whatever it was, it did so with a start. His heart beat rapidly as he sat up straight in his chair. A hand accidentally nudged the mouse at his side causing the screen before him to blink to life with the familiar image of a Silent Hill map. He let out a sigh and prepared to exit out of the page when all of a sudden his eyes drifted to a passage he hadn't noticed before. How could he have missed this alternate route in?
Frantically, the man shifted through the stacks of paper upon his desk until his previous map was located. The colorful sheet was spread out and compared to the image on the computer.
"Different," he thought.
Even so, it wasn't about finding a way in, but, rather, finding a way around Gucci. Gucci, the bastard. That fuckin' detective had put so much faith in Officer Bennett. He had practically promised that she'd return with Sharon and Rose … but not even the famed Cybil had come back from that town. Every time he thought of Gucci, he could feel his stomach twist and his fists clinch. He knew Rose had been in the school. He had felt her unmistakably. If they had just stayed a little longer, he was sure his beloved wife would have come stumbling out of one of the classrooms with Sharon in toe.
But, no. That bastard Gucci had made him leave. He'd never forgive the detective for that.
Chris made up his mind. He'd pack up his things and try once more to get to that town of Silent Hill using the new resource. Logic said that Rose and Sharon had been overwhelmed by the fumes and killed, but somewhere in his gut he knew that they were still there … waiting for him.
He'd find them. Daddy was coming.