Author's Note: Here it goes, the oneshot # 4, which is dedicated to SH4:The Room and Henry. What can I say about this is that this oneshot has managed to be pretty dark and - hooray!- a little slashy by the end, in my opinion. Poor Henry. It's just his doom to appear in slashy fanfics with Walter. Heh, it was my first attempt in slash (VEEEEERY slight slash). Wow, I get more and more experience, while writing these series...

Pleeeeease, leave me a review. It's so sad when you can't guess what people think about your work :(

I guess, the Alex-dedicated oneshot will come out in the nearest future.

Misunderstanding

Game: Silent Hill 4

Character: Henry Townshend

I can't escape this hell,
So many times I've tried.
But I'm still caged inside,
Somebody get me through this nightmare,
I can't control myself.

(Three Days Grace - "Animal I Have Become")

Someone, help me. I'm here. I need your help. Henry Townshend from room 302 needs your help.

Why don't you hear me? Why on earth does no one hear me... I can't escape, can't leave my flat. I have been a prisoner for five days...or more...no, exactly five days. Something mad has been going on for five days and still going on.

I feel no hunger, no thirst, and no natural necessities. All I feel is necessity to understand, why this has happened to me. But this necessity weakens with every minute of my being. Not life, but being. Existing, well. I can name you my state by every word except the word "life".

I'm trying to watch what's going on outside the room 312. I'm looking at the people through the window. I'm listening to the radio. I'm peeking out through a door peep-hole in order to see my neighbors. Sometimes I see Eileen. But however much I yelled, knocked a door, there is no fucking sense. She doesn't hear me, nobody hears me. I wonder if someone knows that I actually still exist in the world.

And I have nightmares, hellish nightmares. Certainly, I'm always dying in each of them. I've never had the nightmares before...

What the hell?! Why should I go through it?!

Yes, I have these flashes of fury sometimes, and it's so unusual for me. My friends would surprise if they saw me like that. Henry is the calmest person in the world.

Friends...phah...I don't have friends. Except the superintendant Frank Sunderland, maybe. However, he's more my acquaintance, than a friend. And he doesn't know that I'm confined in my home, too.

Please, help me. Let me out. Let me out from my flat.

The most terrible murderer you could ever imagine is lying in front of me, bleeding. He is dying. He will pass away in a minute, possibly in a few minutes.

I'm looking at him and can't believe that he has been the reason of that hell which I have got in. Was it him or not?..

Walter Sullivan looks pathetic. He was horrific once, but now he is just pathetic.

Forgive me, Walter. You're not ever gonna to see your mother.

Damnit, I'm going crazy. I'm asking for forgiveness the person, who doesn't deserve any fucking forgiveness himself.

He's trying to say something.
'Mom...mom...'

All is over. For him. I'm not sure if all is over for me.

Ridiculous - a Receiver of Wisdom has appeared to be such a fool. The mad fool, who is going to regret about what he has done. He had killed the worst enemy he had ever met, but he's not glad. Absolutely.

A part of me has just died. Died along with Walter.