Confined

-- A Silent Hill FanFiction

Chapter Two- The Dream

Matthew pulled the covers off of Aimee, causing Aimee to twist from her usual, messy sleep and fall upon the floor. "How can you sleep at a time like this?" His voice rumbled around her frail body, shaking the thin walls. Aimee sat up instantly, her eyes widening at the man in front of her.

"M-Matthew! What are you doing in here?" Aimee stuttered, backing up; her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest was rising and falling rather quickly and some of her hair came out from her ponytail, making a thin, broken veil around her face. "How'd you get in here?"

Matthew ignored her questions as he continued to glare down at her. He was wearing tattered rags and his shoulder length black hair was knotted and oily. He looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks, if not months. His skin was pale and looked completely vacant of any blood flow. He was almost as white as the wall Aimee was comparing him to.

"It was only two years ago you decided to take my life from me. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself." His skin seemed to glow as he continued speaking. "You see, when I was born, I was forced into Silent Hill. At the age of five, I decided to finally run away. I thought I had gotten away from everything. My life was going great; Silent Hill hadn't bothered me since I ran. But then, on that Thursday night, I met her. She was a descendent from Silent Hill, sent to bring me back to my birthplace. But you see, when she came into that hotel room, that heartless bitch felt some sort of connection with me. Things got carried away and then you came in. If you had just left, you would have been free, but you were caught in the crossfire, and ever since, you've had the shadow of Silent Hill following you." Matthew chuckled, his teeth shining against his bare lips. "And yes, it's taken about two years, but we've finally gotten you." Matthew walked towards Aimee, his tall stature towering over Aimee's cowering body.

"Now, I would like to take the pleasure of inviting you to your own personal hell." These words twirled off of his tongue and he grinned menacingly. And then suddenly, white ash began falling from the ceiling, spinning throughout the room; looking almost like a snowfall. It covered the room in complete dull white. Aimee tried to let out a scream but it felt as if someone had lowered their hand along her neck and cramped it down, causing her to be unable to breath. Matthew faded out in the midst of the white ash and Aimee fell to the side, unconscious.