My life has always been lonely and sad, my only escape would be work. Even when I was younger the only thing I felt successful in was my schoolwork. I did not have many friends, I wasn't exactly the talkative type. I always wanted to be, but it would have sent an alarm of confusion towards the group.

The house was always silent now that Liz was gone. I never had any company come over, because I didn't have a 'best' friend and both my parents were deceased. Well, Dad was, Mom I had no idea. It's easier to tell someone they're dead instead of walked out on you.

I wasn't bothered by loneliness today. I had to work, so I had something to do. I slipped on my white jacket and some soft blue pants. I'd be changing once I got into the hospital so I decided to be comfortable until then. I grabbed car keys off my dresser and headed out the door.

I slid the keen key into the black car door and slipped inside of it. I turned my head over to the passenger side and saw a basket of flowers sitting there. I blinked and then shook my head. I was trying not to think of Liz and her funeral this afternoon. Yeah, I was going to work on Liz's funeral day. I only had one patient though, Jon Bassen. He only need a few shots, and I was the only one he trusted. He had a bad experience with a male nurse a few years back, and he has been paranoid about it since. Turns out men come in all different personailities. The nurse was average height and heavily built, but he thought Jon was gay too considering he was only five feet tall and was super skinny. He looked and acted gay, but he really was just tiny and scared of everything.

I reached the doors of the hospital and headed upstairs to change. A nurse made a rude remark on me not already arriving changed, but I ignored her and continued on. When I was done I checked my watch and headed towards the main desk.

"Is Jon here yet?" Amy said yes and told me room two forty one. I rustled my papers together and grabbed the items I needed. Amy poked her finger in the air and looked at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry about Lisa." I only glanced at her for a second and slowly ordered my papers. I said nothing and she bit the bottom of her lip. I tapped my toungue against the inside of my cheek and made a clicking noise. I finished sorting my papers and nodded.

"Thank you..." Was my quiet reply and I headed down the hall. I found two forty one and went inside.

Jon was sitting in the chair and reading a magazine. Well, not exactly, seeing as it was upside down and his eyes were bopping back and forth across the room like all the objects were going to attack him. I smiled and closed the door behind me. He let out a sigh of relief and folded the paper up and set it down on his bag. He folded his hands and smiled at me.

"You need a shot." I read his form while getting the needle ready. When I clipped certain pieces together his head bounced back. I smiled and finally finished. I walked over to him and took a stool near his chair.

"I don't like needles." He said nervously as I pulled up his long sleeve. My smile had not left me.

"You cease to amaze me." I wiped the cottonball over his skin and could tell he clamped his jaw. His eyes tightened and he looked away as I pulled the shot near the damp area. I punctured his skin and pushed the clear fluid inside while his expression stayed the same. I pulled it out and he still hadn't moved. "All done Jon." His eye popped open and he looked over surprised. I pressed my clipboard on my lap and wrote on it. He let out a heavy sigh.

The most unexpected thing happened next. He started to scream and blood started escaping his openings. I screamed and jumped up, and took a clutch on his arm.

My entire world changed. The room took on a new color scheme of orange and red, and everything began to cover in what looked like decayed body parts. I heard deep groaning, and all the lights blacked out. I screamed Jon's name and my head jolted towards him.

I was clutching the chair of the seat. I looked around, but everything was normal. The door flung open and Amy ran inside. A few other nurses were behind her, and she clutched my wrist. I felt a paining sting and looked down. My wrist was slit and covered in blood. I had no papers, but I had a needle in my other hand. I was crying and I was wearing my night gown. Amy held both my hands and looked me hard in the face when I tried to explain.

"Clara," I hushed and listened to her trying not to sob. "You need to go home. Jon canceled his appointment today."

I went home and got ready for the funeral. I bandaged my wrists and sat on the end of my bed. It didn't make any sense to me. I had changed and went to the hospital, but Amy said she never remembers me coming in and I was wearing my pajamas. Jon wasn't due until two hours later after I arrived, and he canceled an hour before.

My head hurt. I rubbed the bump I had recieved that night during the fight. It hurt so bad, I wondered if it had anything to do with the event. It made me wonder too... was I imagining all this now and was I hurting myself?

If I was there was nothing I could do about it. I walked over to my closet and reached to open it. But I stopped and fear enveloped me. An image of Milo flashed before me and my hand trembled. I closed my fingers in a fist and tried to calm down. I breathed slowly and finally managed to clutch the knob. I flung the door open but nothing was inside. Just my several outfits hanging nicely and a few boxes filled with old clothes and personal items, but no blood or decayed animal.

I picked out an outfit Liz always liked, a black shirt with a long black skirt outlined in fake diamonds. The sleeves crawled halfway down the arm and the skirt went past the knees. It was formal enough.

I relaxed the last few hours before the funeral. I took a short nap on the couch and left the television on low so I wouldn't go into a deep sleep. My air conditioner was on high, so I knew I would wake up from the temperature if the television did not succeed. The fan of the conditioner and the quiet voices of the sitcom made everything seem so peaceful. I had no problem falling into my sleep. It was deep enough for a quick dream.

I was in a ballroom dancing with a tall and broad man. He was in a black outfit and dancing like a pro, making all the other men in the room look like beginners. He swung around and I saw his face.

It was Henry.

I looked behind me and saw another weird looking couple. Rick and Jenny. Jenny, Lisa's mom, was wearing a bright orange dress while Rick was in a gray outfit. I never liked them as a couple, Jenny was too skinny and wore ugly make up while Rick was a monster with a drinking problem.

Henry pulled me away while my attention was still focused on them. I yelped and he smiled. I turned to look back.

I saw Liz.

I escaped Henry's arms and ran towards her. I felt myself crying. Everyone in the room stopped and started yelling my name. They told me not to go near her, it wasn't Liz. How could it not be?

When I got close enough I saw she looked different. Her hair was falling out and her face was pale, her eyes were silvery gray and colorless. She stared at me and I saw she was bleeding out of her eyesockets. The places where she was stabbed were shown. Henry grabbed me.

I heard a huge boom.

My eyes popped open and I looked around. Everything was normal and nothing had changed. I looked up the stairs and felt a strange fear control me. For some reason, every living cell in my body told me to stay away. So I did.

I noticed the light rain and heavy fog while I drove my car towards the funeral home. It was odd, South Ashfield was the only town I had ever known having a fog problem. Grey Town never did, and when there was fog it was always early in the morning. It was five in the afternoon. Maybe it was Silent Hill, since alike Ashfield, Grey Town had a connection route to Silent Hill. Nobody every went up there, let alone it was an hour's drive. The only thing near it was a graveyard.

I did not enjoy the funeral. I cried the most out of anyone there, even more than Lisa's own mom. She sat in a orange skirt and shirt while Rick wore some weird shiny outfit. They had shown no expression of being sad, but impatient. Evidently Rick was going to be on American Idol and they had a plane to catch.

They didn't head out to the graveyard where they buried Liz's body. I did and even stayed afterwards when they all headed away to go to dinner. I was eventually the last person there in the whole gravesite. Jenny for some reason wanted her buried here, but I hated the idea. Liz would get no visitors, it was in the middle of nowhere an hour away, who wanted to go through the trouble? I looked at the other graves surrounding Liz's. There were no flowers and everything was incredibly dark and foggy. It had no welcoming feeling to it.

I started crying. Liz was my best friend, the only family member who stuck up for me, what would I do without her. My crying became sobbing, and I let out loud moans of my dread. My face grew warm and red, and my bangs were wet with salty tears and my nose clogged with snot. I couldn't help it though. I lost the most dear and kind person to me in my whole life. I would be alone forever. What would I do? Who would I talk to?

I could not get over it. It was my fault this happened. I gave in to her. If I would have said no, we'd be watching that stupid sitcom on the television. If I would have said no, we'd be talking about how much of an idiot her old boyfriend was. I missed her, and it was my fault she died.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the dark. I had cried myself to sleep. I turned on my phone and checked the time. It was almost two in the morning. I ran my hands towns the steering wheel and found the keys. I twisted them and tried to turn on my car. Nothing happened, until my fifth try and the entire vehicle went insane. Every electronic item in the car started turning on and off. The lights were flickering and my phone was playing random ring tones, while the radio started flipping through different stations.

I heard the weather channel, a rock station, and some country, until the entire thing went insane and sounded like it was loosing connections. I heard a weird loud beeping sound and moaning and groaning, and I covered my ears and started to scream. It grew so loud I felt like I was dying.

Something rolled from under my seat and flung onto the pedal. The car flew at full speed and I grabbed the steering wheel and twisted it. The vehicle swerved and landed in a ditch near the graveyard.

It knocked me out for a quick second, but I quickly woke up and looked around. My head was in pain and I could feel blood running from my forhead. Everything was dead silent. No wind, no bugs, no animals, and the car was still and quiet.

I pressed random buttons on my phone, but nothing happened. It couldn't have been dead, for I charged it earlier and had not used it all day. I threw it down and looked for other thing to try. Nothing worked, and I remembered the item under my seat. I slowly reached under towards the pedal and felt something squishy and wet. It was kind of heavy but I managed to pull it up to my view. It came up in pieces and smelled terrible. But I couldn't see it. It was too dark.

I crawled into the back seat and looked for my flashlight. Unlike my phone, it turned on and I rushed it towards the front seat where I left the object. My breathing was fast and I covered my mouth with a hand. The dead body of some animal was bleeding all over the drivers side, covering the pedals and my chair. My eyes were wet and I tried to keep myself calm.

I started to hear footsteps. I clicked the flashlight off and stayed quiet. The leaves were crunching and the steps grew louder as they approached the vehicle. I heard them come around to the other side of the car. Whatever it was stepped near the back passenger car door, across from me. I crawled over to the other side.

I heard the click of the door. I trusted what first came to mind and threw myself out my door. I felt dry grass below me and it hurt to fall onto it. I quickly scrambled up and ran out from the ditch and in to the graveyard. A brown side shoved against the path next to me was in bad shape. It read...

Welcome to Silent Hill Graveyard - Cherish the lives you have, respect the ones who have lost.

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