Silent Hill Resurrected: Sub story

Miriam Kensington is a Traitor?

Chapter 3

Dear Suzanne,

I'm writing you this letter today to ask you to come back to me. I know your never coming back but you're my sister. I miss you dearly. I wish you would return. I wish you could come back and see this new place mother, father and I now live in. I know how you used to hate Silent Hill. You used to tell me it was so frightening and maybe even dangerous. I used to laugh at you. I used to tease you about it because I thought it was funny. I'm not laughing anymore Suzy, not anymore. We moved out of Silent Hill because I became scared too. Mother and Father thought it would be best for me… after what I had seen there. You know about it of course.

Anyway we moved to a new town, Ashfield. It's a nice town. It's almost like a city. It even has its own subway! Mother took me through it today. It was a lot of fun. Everything is so dark except a few orange lights that would zoom past every so often. When you get to the end all the doors automatically open and you get out. You've never been on the subway have you? No. You used to always talk about how you wanted to go to a city one day. I wish you were here to see this. You would love it.

You used to be so enthralled by stories of the city. Do you remember how Grandfather used to take us to Quite Cocktails and tells us all the stories about it? The stories of women in red high heels and pencil skirts and men in suits in fedoras, those stories were always an adventure. We used to run around the dimly lit bar while Grandfather would chat up other old women. We would pretend to be those people. I would be the smooth man in a suit and a fedora and you would be the women in red heels. We would go on imaginary adventures through 1940's New York to the backdrop of the Jazz played in the club. We would imagine… we would imagine we would first meet on the subway, always on the subway. Something about the subway was mysterious to us and interesting. You still remember that right little sister? I do.

I guess I'll be starting in a new Junior High School next week. I'm a little worried that no one will like me. I'm always worried about that. You never had to though did you? You were always the pretty one with the blonde hair everyone loved. Ha, me I was always that ginger kid. I used to get called that a lot in school. It was always ginger this, ginger that, you suck ginger kid! You used to come over and tell them to leave me alone all the time. They would for a little while, at least while you were still around. That's because everyone loved you. Everyone loved you. I don't know how I'm going to start in a new school alone this year without you. Who will come help me when I'm being picked on? Please come back Suzy, Please?

Your Loving Sister,

Miriam Kensington