Prologue:

Cold... Always cold....I think it's raining outside... The Person that was lying still on top of the bed thought. As he stared at the rotating ceiling fan of the room, even though his vision was blurry. Honestly, he would stay in bed all day if he could, but unfortunately, his hunger didn't allow him to do so.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled to the side and sat himself up on the edge of the bed. Facing his near empty closet. He moved to his right where a small blurry light was located, he reached his hand in order to grab something. A pair of glasses that were on top of small drawer, right in between a lamp and a phone. Putting it on right away, his vision became clear.

He sighed before standing up. His bedroom was pretty empty, only filled with portraits that were already there when he started to live there. It was indeed raining outside as he could see it through the window. Rainy day... He thought before making his way towards the door.

Upon opening however, he was net with a peculiar sight. Right in front of his room, there was the bathroom, and inside of it, there was a girl with very dark brown and shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. She was also wearing a hair pin with a red jewel over her right ear. She was shirtless, wearing only a white bra, reddish-brown jeans and dark blue shoes. The reason she was shirtless, was because she was washing a white sweater with a loose turtle neck. Which was her only piece of clothing.

Suddenly, however, she noticed his presence there and her immediate response was to cover herself and shut the door on his face. Why is she still here? He asked himself. But his attention was taken by the noise that was coming from his right. He decided to just turn to the right and make his way to the living room. Where someone else was sitting on the couch. Someone with unkept long hair wearing a dark sweater with stripes and blue pants. He was watching something on TV.

"Good morning." The long haired guy greeted him with taking his eyes off the TV.

"Did you watch TV all night?" He decided to ask.

The long haired guy just nodded in response.

Not really in the mood for a conversation, he decided to make his way to the kitchen. Opening the relatively empty fridge, he grabbed a bottle of milk and an cheese and ham sandwich. He didn't even bothered to leave the kitchen, he just sat on a table that was there and eat it. After he was done, he put the empty milk bottle on the trash.

Suddenly though, he heard a noise coming from the wall besides the part that separated the kitchen from the living room. Is the neighbor spying again? What exactly does she expect to see? He thought in annoyance as he was sure that the noise was coming from his neighbor.

He decided to ignore it, as he heard the door from the bathroom opening. Suddenly, the girl that was there cameout wearing her turtleneck this time. How did it dry so quickly? He thought as he could swear that she was scrubbing it when he came out of the room. She didn't say anything, she just walked awkwardly towards the chair besides the couch. With the bathroom now unoccupied, he decided to make his way there. But as he walked.

"Pig." She called him that.

He ignored her and kept on walking. He entered the bathroom and close the door behind him. The first thing he did, was take off his glasses and wash his face. Once he dried his face and put his glasses back on. Before staring at his face on the mirror. The one in front of the window was a young men on his early twenties. He had below average height, narrow shoulders and was skinny. His baby face was pretty unremarkable, with no distinctive features standing out. He had short cropped chocolate brown hair and black eyes. He was wearing matching white sweatshirt and sweatpants. Stuart Walker... He thought about his name as he looked at himself in the mirror. Who are you, Stuart Walker? He asked his reflection.

After staring at his reflection for a bit, he left the bathroom to join his... Involuntary roommates. Approaching the couch and sitting near the long haired guy. He looked at the television, and had a question. "Umm... Walter..." The long haired guy was called Walter. "What...Are you watching?" He asked as he didn't understood what he was seeing.

"I don't know." Walter replied without taking his attention away from the TV. "It's about UFOs."

Stuart decided to stay quiet and not speak with him anymore. He looked at the girl sitting on the chair and decided to ask her a question. "Angela, why do you still here?" He asked as he really wanted to know the answer. The girl's name was Angela.

Angela didn't seem to have heard him or maybe she did but is pretending that she didn't.

He decided not to try any further to make contact with her. He leaned back on the couch and just watched the... Whatever was that Walter was watching. How did end up in here? How did I end up living here? It was the cheapest place I could find, given my circumstances. He was deep in thought, not really paying attention to anything. Stuart then looked at Walter and Angela. Why are these two still here? I don't understand...

His thoughts however were interrupted by the phone on his room ringing. Stuart stood up from the couch and walked back to him the bedroom. He picked up the phone. "Hello..."

"Stuart," It was a woman's voice. "It's Cybil Bennett."

"Oh, hi... Mrs. Bennett." The woman was an old acquaintance. "Is there... something wrong?"

"Yes, I need you to meet me at our usual spot tomorrow." She told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"I can't explain now, but it's important." She stated. "I have to go now, tomorrow at ten, don't be late." She told him before hanging up on him.

Stuart sighed before hanging the phone as well. She probably wants to talk about my father. He thought in annoyance. I know they were partners in the police but can't she understand that I don't really care about who killed him. He thought bitterly. Before turning to his closet and switching his clothes. He put on beige trousers, an untucked light blue dress shirt with a tucked in white T-shirt underneat it, brown dress shoes, a black tie and a dark gray wool jacket. After dressing up, he left the bedroom back to the living room where Walter and Angela were on the exact same spot. "I'm going out." He informed them.

"Don't come back, you pig!" Angela yelled at him, probably still mad for no good reason.

"Do please come back, mother gets dull without you around." Walter spoke in a strange matter.

It always fascinated Stuart how these two could ignore each other's presence. They never spoke directly with one another since they started to live here. He spared a quick look to the wall and approached to grab something on the drawer next to it. I can hear her breath from the other side of the wall, the neighbor is spying on us again. He came to that conclusion but ultimately decided to ignore it. As he had better things to worry about than a neighbor that has nothing better to do than spy on his dull life.

There you are... Stuart left his apartment mainly to do something private. This something private however, involved not being seen, at least not by a particular someone.

Currently, Stuart was sitting down on a coffee shop. Not because of the coffee but because of someone frequenting it. That someone was a girl, that had dyed blonde hair, which is chin-length and layered with side swept bangs covering her right eye. Freckles and blemishes can be seen on her face, arms, and legs. Her outfit was an orange, sleeveless turtleneck under a white, hooded vest with four front pockets and a dark green denim miniskirt. She was also wearing tall brown boots, a digital wristwatch, and orange wristbands on each arm.

Her name was Heather, Heather Mason. What was hers and Stuart's relationship? Stuart was her Stalker. She looks upset about something, I wonder what happened. He genuinely wondered. Did her and her father fought or something?

Heather finished her coffee, payed the tab and started to head out. Stuart, also finished his coffee and left. After her.

I think she's working on a new part time job, as those really nice boots were quite expensive. Stuart thought as he followed her from afar. It didn't took very long for her to arrive at a location, a flower shop. He observed her through the window. Who are you buying flowers to? Your father? Or... Someone else... If it's someone else... I'll have to deal with it, I never had a chance with her to begin with and I can't be mad if she's with someone, especially if he makes her happy. But... Will I be able to see her with someone else, I don't enjoy the idea of not seeing her anymore but I would definitely detest the sight of her with someone else. Stuart was in deep thought as the rain fell on him. Though, his thoughts were broken when Heather came out of the flower shop and Stuart kept on following her. I wonder if Mr. Mason finished his new book, I'll definitely buy it if he did. Heather's father was a writer, his books were decent enough but nothing ground breaking. Stuart himself is actually a fan, and not because of his daughter.

Stuart kept on following Heather until she arrived at her building. But he didn't followed her inside. Instead he made his way to the building besides it. The reason to that is because, Heather's apartment was placed on a spot next to the roof of the apartment, where he could actually observe her from there. Stuart was soaking wet and his temperature was definitely below acceptable levels, but he ignored all of it, just to see her at little more.

"Hu...Hu...Hu.." It was the sound that he made due to the cold as he observed Heather's windows. On the inside, Stuart could see her father, Harry Mason. Sitting on a chair writing something down. So he didn't finish the book. He thought as he saw Mr. Mason focused. Until Heather entered the apartment, with the flowers at hand. They were for her father. He was genuinely relieved by that.

Heather handed the flowers to her father, before giving him a hug. What would I give to be on the receiving end of one of your hugs, especially right now since I'm pretty sure that they're warm. He thought sadly. The two apparently were celebrating something, maybe it was her father's birthday or something. The young man wearing glasses could only observe the two as they seemed happy with each other's company, while he stood there soaked under the rain by himself.

After nearly half an hour has passed. Stuart finally decided to leave.

"Vodka with ice."

Once the night arrived, Stuart had to go to work. He was a Bartender at a nightclub called The Balkan. He honestly hated that job, mainly because he despises alcohol and the people that regularly frequent the place are pretty obnoxious.

The young man wearing glasses, served the person that ordered. It was one of the few regulars that he memorized the name of. Cynthia Velasquez, a very attractive women. She told me her name while she was complaining about her boyfriend or... Her fling, whatever she wants to call it.

She grabbed the drink and gulped completely before turning around. "Thanks, Baby Face." She didn't even bother to learn his name however, she just calls him Baby Face.

Suddenly, a song started to play. Stuart moved his head to look at the stage where a girl sporting a red ballgown with wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair was entering. Her name was Michelle Valdez. She was a singer there, she also lived in a room at second-floor. Although they're basically co-workers, Stuart doesn't know much about her. He just cleaned some cups as he watches her sing.

Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
And maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have

If I made you feel second best
I'm so sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on... on my mind

Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on... on my mind

Tell... tell me
Tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give... give me
One more chance to keep you satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on...
You were always on...
You were always on my mind
You were always on... on my mind

She sang beautifully for everyone to hear. Stuart always liked her songs. But unfortunately, no one seemed to have payed attention as everyone was just too focused on themselves to do so.

"Yo, a Bloody Mary." Someone requested. It's basically a mix composed of vodka, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, celery salt, Tabasco and lemon juice. Why would anyone drink something like? He thought as he prepared.

As soon as his shift was over, Stuart made his way back to his apartment. Walking the empty corridor always gave him a strange feeling, like there's something watching him from afar. A feeling that he never felt on his apartment, which was very strange as he knew his neighbor spied on him through that hole on the wall. Soon enough, he arrived at his door. Room 302, my... Something... He thought as he puts his hand on the door knob. Upon entering, he was greeted by a familiar sight. Walter and Angela, on the exact same spot that he left them. Walter was still sitting on the couch watching TV. Angela was still sitting on the chair, but she was sleeping curled up on top of the chair like a ball.

Stuart just ignored the two before making his way to the kitchen. Where he opened the fridge and grabbed some soda. Before he went to sit next to Walter. The news report was passing on the TV.

"Today, there has been the report of another missing individual, this time it was a man by the name of Stanley Coleman. Who according to police reports, has been arrested several times before for sexual harassment and predatory behavi-" Walter then changed the channel into something else.

He looked at Angela for bit, contemplating putting a blanket on her. But he decided against it as she would only yell at him if she awakes.

The one wearing glasses decided to call it a night. He stood up from the couch. "Good night, Walter."

"Good night, my friend." He replied without looking at him.

Friend? Unfortunately, I think this crazy homeless guy that keeps calling my apartment "mother" is indeed the closest thing of a friend that I got. He thought sadly.

Not really in the mood to do anything anymore, he just made his way to his room to try to get some sleep. If his nightmares decide not to bother him today, of course. As he lay on top of the bed, he had a single thought on his mind. Did I made mistake in starting to live here... In Silent Hill?

Thanks everyone for reading this first chapter.

This story will be taken elements from all the games.