My Adventures in Silent Hill

Chapter 6

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"Goth!"

"Vampire!"

"Go crawl under a rock and die you freak."

"No one likes you, so why don't you just kill yourself?"

I gritted my teeth and banged my head against the wall.

"What's the matter?" James asks.

"Just remembering every single thing I've been called." I slightly opened my eyes.

"I'm guessing they aren't good names."

"Hell no."

"Why did they pick on you?"

I sighed and turned to him, leaning against the wall. "I guess because I'm different. I'm not like those snotty little bitches. That's why I wished to get away from that godforsaken place."

"I guess I understand what you're saying."

"I have to face my demons…..but how can I if I don't know what they are?" I asked myself.

All of a sudden, there was a rumbling noise. The cement cracked open right in the middle of the road and then silence. Cautiously, James and I walked over and looked into the crack. "Hello?" I ask.

Suddenly, something came flying right out and we both looked up to see a 4-winged demonic being with long legs and long tentacle like arms. The face was demonic and it roared.

"What the hell is that thing?" James exclaimed.

Fight it Shell. That is what you must face.

I grabbed James's gun from his belt and cocked it, aiming it at the monster. "What are you doing?" he asks.

"This is my demons. I have to fight it." And I pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the monster's left shoulder and it screeched out in pain. I kept pulling the trigger until I was out and threw the gun away. I looked around for a weapon and spotted a long pipe. I glanced at the monster as it roared and its tentacle-like arms came towards me.

I rushed for the pipe and grabbed it, facing the monster and dodging the tentacles, running around the monster as they followed me.

"Look out!"

I looked in front of me just as tentacles wrapped around me and lifted me up. The monster seemed to laugh and threw me at a wall, where I slid down painfully.

"Let me help you!" James shouted from across the street.

"No! I have to deal with it myself!"

The tentacles rushed towards me and I quickly got up and ran around the monster once again. My heart pounded in my chest, wanted to burst out and run away any minute. I leaned against the wall as the monster roared, panting heavily.

Then I came to the realization that I couldn't beat the demon.

I can't face my demons.

"LOOK OUT!"

I didn't even get the chance to dodge before a large tentacle knocked me halfway down the street. I landed painfully on my back. The monster slowly flew over to me and even though my back was killing me, I was able to get up.

"RUN!"

I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could. I rushed around the corner with the monster coming in close behind me. I can't do this!

I suddenly saw a machete-type weapon and grabbed it, facing the monster with fear on my face. Its tentacles rushed towards me and tried to coil around me, but I chopped them off with the machete and it screeched out in pain.

With a yell, I ran towards the monster and jumped, thrusting the machete into its abdomen. It roared out in pain and I let go, landing on my feet as the monster collapsed to its knees. I rushed and took the machete out, stabbing it in the chest.

With a weak roar, it collapsed to the ground and even though it was dying, I kept stabbing it in the chest, blood spraying onto my clothes and face. Suddenly, arms went around my middle and pulled me away from the now-dead monster.

"It's over Shell. You killed it."

My whole body was shaking and I let the machete fall from my hands, clattering on the ground. Finally, I lost it and started sobbing. I felt myself being turned around and all I could do was cry and cry into his shoulder.

I didn't know how long I cried, but it seemed like hours before I finally stopped. I pulled back from him and sniffled, roughly wiping at my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly.

I looked over my shoulder down at the monster and sighed deeply. "I guess so….should we find a place to sleep? I'm really tired."

He nodded and we entered the hotel, finding the nearest room and walked in, closing the door. "Ugh…..my head…" I lightly groaned and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had a cut on my right temple with blood slowly dripping down and a cut on the right side of my lower lip, which also bled.

As I sat down on the edge of the bed, James walked over with a rag and gently started wiping the blood off my face. "Why…..do you care so much about me?" I ask.

He shrugged. "Because you care about me. That's what friends do."

After wiping all the blood off my face, I gently lay down because my back was sore and turned onto my side with a sigh. I felt him lay down on the other side and I turned to face him. He was facing me. "Since….you faced your demons…..can you go home?" he asks.

"I dunno. I guess so….." I answered quietly. "But…I don't wanna go home, at least not yet."

"You have to."

"No, I don't. I'm….not leaving without you."

"…..Alright." he scooted close to me and put an arm over me. I curled up against him and sighed. "Just promise me something."

"What?"

"If….something happens to me, leave this town."

My eyes narrowed and then closed. "Alright."