How did I get in this situation? How did a gun barrel get to be pressed against my head? And, who the fuck is this guy?

"What's your name! I said, what's your fuckin' name!" he screamed out as he pressed the barrel harder against my left temple, the junkie numbness helped in bouncing most of the pain away. "How did you get here? How did you find me?" it wasn't one minute after I pulled the needle out of my arm and got out of my car that he ran at me and butted me in the head with the gun; I still don't feel the blood, but I see the small puddle of it on the ground.

I'm inside a blessed cloud, if this situation is not a figment of my diseased mind, I barely care. My body and my mind both fly around me as my eyes and heart look and beat without a care in the world. Again, he screams something that can only be called gibberish before pressing the gun barrel harder against my head.

"Silent Hill" I answer softly, hoping that would end up being the answer to this predicament also; I barely feel my lips stretch as a wave of ecstasy flows inside my mind, the H is still dancing inside my system, I can't even believe I'm not passed out. Then, I don't feel the pressure in my temple anymore. "You're going there too, aren't you?" I hear myself say that in a joker's giggle, deep inside I feel scared of myself.

I hear his feet step back, away from me. Yet, I still didn't dare turn to face him, I knew the gun was still pointed at me; the guy didn't seem like a complete moron. But, I DID deem it safe enough to lower my hands; suddenly, the sick feeling in my gut snuck up on me, the drugs had done their job, now they began to do their damage. Fuckers.

His steps continue walking away, it doesn't take me long to realize he's not in shock, he's running away. I turn my head and see only a the back of a figure running away from me with a hand cannon, then my heart sinks when I look in the opposite direction, towards Silent Hill. Vanessa. Not in my mind, not in my dreams, not in my dreams, no. There she stood, looking out at me with wanting eyes with a smile that both warmed me and frightened me; there in the thick fog that led into Silent Hill. In a second, the thought of a bullet through my head seemed like a moot point.

"Come to me, Daniel" just like the nightmare, the same voice, the same subtle movements of her arms, the same longing in her beautiful voice. I stood up and eagerly walked into the fog. "Follow me, Daniel, follow me inside" I hastened my feet, I hurried after her, but her serene figure moved deeper and deeper into the fog. I never saw her feet move, but her body seemed to float softly in the fog, away from me. Before I know it, I'm running into Silent Hill, the trees and foliage around me already turned to small houses and stores. "Daniel" she whispers into the air. "Daniel" I stop when I see her figure stop in the middle of the street, the fog engulfing her like a jealous lover. "Come inside, Daniel" I start walking forward but she floats away more; I stop and look at her anxiously. "Come inside my-Come inside my restless nightmares!" the voice of an angel turns to a banshee. Vanessa!

Her sustained scream tugs at my earlobes and rattles my teeth, my head feels like exploding. I can't stand it, I can't stand her screaming, I can't stand her pain, her life, her sex, her love, her very self. My teeth feel like cracking and it's a miracle my eardrums haven't exploded, but just before my entire body feels like collapsing to her shriek, she stops. Her figure is the same as before, but her face, it stares at me with a snake's eyes, her lips are in snarl and her skin goes completely pale, the only things noticeable on her skin being the red veins beneath it. But, before I can run at her again, I hear the scraping.

The horrors of Silent Hill had visited me before, but now I was visiting them, I was in their home and my fears slowly became my masters. In a fit of trembles and subtle shakes, I turned around and saw it, struggling to stand up and walking towards me in a horrendous show of disfigurement and pain. Its upper body seemed to be an entire straightjacket forcibly embedded into the skin, its face was nothing but skin; yet it muffled out relentless screams of pain. I wanted to run, I felt like I should run, but I stayed there, looking at it as the crippled creature walked towards me with disgustingly inverted knees. It walked with its feet inverted inwards, shaking and screaming violently whenever the dozens of syringes riddles across its body started to slowly pump blood in and out of its body. Needles and syringes.

Suddenly I felt it draw near, some of the syringes exploded as it drew near, darting hundreds of drops of the blood everywhere. The drops of blood ate through whatever they touched like red acid, painfully cutting into the skin of the blood's owner. What is this? Syringes…My hell. Her restless nightmares, my living destruction. I can't stay here; already my mind feels like its swimming in vomit, I take a final look at the pained creature before I run deeper into the town, after her. I run as fast as I can, keeping my fear behind me, I run until a huge figure cuts through the fog's swath and stands mightily over me. I see the sign and my hearts skips a beat when a sudden familiarity enters my mind: Midwich Elementary School. This is where I studied, this where I came to school when I was a little boy.

To Be Continued…