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Silent Hill: Abandon Hope

Chapter 1

The fog.

Thick as milk and covered every direction no matter how many times you turned on the spot to see it through. You who walked the lonely road in a landscape of chills and late September air with hands in the pockets and a heavy burden on your shoulders. You who are a woman in your early twenties and proud over the raven black hair that no barbershop ever laid hands on and enhanced to fit the modern standards of society. You who chose that pair of jeans only brought out for special occasions and the dark weather jacket for rainy days you rather wanted to stay inside and rest with the book of suspense in your hands. You chose those bright gloves, you chose to wear that top and apply simple make-up on by habit. You who seek answer on the burden deep within your dark mind.

You who spent the last four hours in a green Chevrolet that you inherited from your late grandfather after his unfortunate death five years ago. You remember the pain and the day his funeral took place, the day that rained with feigned tears of sorrow as nobody cared to shed them for this man. Instead you got a memory in form of a metallic shell and cracks hidden within the hood.

Four hours in silence before your car coughed and died by the side of the road. Forced you to stop by the side of the road and drive in on a gas-station´s parking lot. The sign said "Billy´s Gas & Dinner" but as you found out were mere hollow remnants of a lie. The façade of the building decayed in spots of rust, the neon that once flew its blood through the cursive letters had stopped to flow long ago and the capital "D" was broken. When you tried to grab the handle to the long snake neck of rubber to the pump no jittery response came from its resting place. Pulled the handle and only got an aggressive hiss in return for your effort as it wanted to be left alone and had no gas to provide your hopeless request. You let out a sigh and tried the others only to notice the old wooden sign on the ground, dusty and bitten by rain and wind. The disappointment you felt when the old and pale red message met your tired blue eyes, told you why the snakes of rubber and pipe shaped heads hissed so hostile at your squeeze.

"No Gas"

Dropped the sign in your disappointment and forced your route to the dinner and to inform the owners of this inconvenience. The door to the dinner was open for your entrance and presence as you expected life on the other side. All with stoic emotionless eyes that strived to maintain the public face of society you hide all pain from. One everyone maintained to appear normal and not separate you from the crowd.

Only empty nothingness met your eye within this place. Old seats covered by dust and filth, a crack in the stained windows that concealed the outside world in its own isolation. The old seats now rusted and waited patiently for people that would never come. Nobody in the hatch to the kitchen, no scents of fried meat from the oven and no apron dressed man that walked the kitchen like the restless ghost you saw before. Nobody behind the soiled and dusty counter where sweaty, unshaved bus-drivers once enjoyed the juices of today´s surprise with potatoes and pitiful amounts of salad next to it.

This place lacked all warmth and familiar scents, only the grey ominous air of long gone memories remained. Smells of meat, sweat and tomatoes from the kitchen where replaced by cold rust and dust. No dinner had been served here for years and never will be again. This place didn´t exist on any maps anymore, no more people traveled the road you chose so carelessly. This place, a mere relic of a forgotten past that nobody cared to even tear down with the ground stood now as the nameless tombstone it was.

No tears would be shed and no flowers would be put to mark the loss of this place. Nobody cared if the name couldn´t be read anymore. No visitors here as "No Gas" and "No Dinner" owned this place and run it in the absence of the world. Nobody cares.

It´s abandoned… just like you are.

Melancholia filled your mind, the burden in your soul push you down. You only wish to relieve your legs of the weight as a seat next to a window fills up by your body and offer refuge for the moment. Head bowed down as you can´t lift it up from your gnawing sadness. Keep your head down, no reason to look up and see this empty place. You don´t say a word.

You can´t.

An alarm ringed in your pocket and disturbed the silence. Your cell phone dared to defile the holy aura of this unnamed tomb. You picked it up and open the dark plastic clam with both hands to see the name in the small window.

"John"

Your head bowed further down as your eyes stared at this little window. Two signals passed by. Hesitation twitched your thumb over the option to answer it. Three signals passed by. You merely stare with narrowed eyes of faint fear and empty hopelessness. Four signals. As your mouth closed tightly together the little thing in your hand died without the strength to call for you a fifth time. You put it on the table as the name faded into a dark screen and only burdened you further.

You turned to the filthy window and out toward the empty nothingness outside and remained in the dark world you see every day. Why you came to this place in the middle of nowhere painfully pierced through your mind.

You drew a heart in the filth without any concern of how dirty your gloves would get. Roughly the size of a plate and within it you scribbled with empty eyes.

"S.M+J.N"

A light of forgotten happiness flickered before it died in your eyes. What you saw was a mere silly dream, broken by the world and reality that abandoned you. As you took off and left this morning you didn´t brought anything but the clothes you wore and the contents in your pockets. A wallet, your ruby red cell phone and a couple of dollars and dimes, enough for a single phone call in a pay booth. You didn´t told anyone where you went this morning.

Because you don´t have anyone to open your heart to.

An arm around your waist and a gnawing feeling in your stomach. You didn´t even have breakfast before your departure. You left in silence and didn´t wanted to spend a minute longer than necessary at that place. Your escape had top priority from the clutches of despair.

Too many painful memories.

You sat there and stared out the grim window with your burden. No words left your thin lips as no reason existed to do so and the weight of your words shut them together. So many years in silence, you wish to speak but can´t. Numbed by the endless darkness and rain within your soul. You can´t show emotion for the burden that hold your heart so tightly as it was about to whimper and die.

You want to cry...yet you won´t let it happen.

You left this nameless tomb in pursuit for salvation. Nobody would come and take your order anymore here. This place was dead and you knew it, you can´t stay here you need to get going again. The old door creaked by your departure, complained and demanded maintenance long overdue. Another thing that would never come to this place. Heavy steps brought you back to the car that now stood dead on the spot.

You put a hand on the old car that served you for two years now. You knew it wouldn´t carry your burden any longer and with a silent whisper bid farewell to it. Left it there on the parking lot like an unburied corpse. Time would claim it for its own, you knew that, the green color would fade away by rains of teeth and winds would smudge the windshields. You condemned it to a slow and painful death out here. You didn´t care.

You had done it before…

Before this unattended funeral of the old occurred, you opened the trunk and brought out a dark umbrella that been left behind too many times in the past. No trace were left behind, you wanted to make sure of that in your journey here. You left with weak steps on the concrete and never turned around even once as the gas-station and your grandfather's legacy vanished in the thick mist around you.

The only sign of your existence was a broken heart drawn in filth.

No birds sang in the mist, no wind stroke against your pale cheeks through your aimless journey forward. The umbrella rested under your arm like a bat and yet your melancholic depression refused to fade away. How much further would you go? You had no goal. Your only wish was to leave immediately but you never set a destination. You didn´t consider the consequences with this decision. Is your suffering so intense that any road to relinquish it preferable to the life you lived? Do you want the pain to go away so badly that you abandon your future and present to find relief? You saw no way out, this was short-sighted and you refused to believe it. You just walk on without hope and means to support yourself in this world. Do you wish to die? Do you wish to be free? You feel that you have nobody left in this world and only despair to witness in your dark grey future were rain falls and burden your mind. A lost soul in the rain that seek salvation?

If that was the case then your wish shall be granted.

You saw something appear in this landscape of dead trees and thick fog. Your steps increased a little bit and the burdened head slowly rose up to examine the first sign of civilization you came across on your journey. You seek to find a kindred soul to hitch-hike with? Or do you seek public transportation to transport your burden further away? No hope in your eyes, only the will to escape the darkness of your soul.

You looked up to see this green sign with thick white letters which imprinted its meaning into your hollow melancholic soul. As you passed by the sign you felt something from the moment your foot stepped on the road beyond it.

A chill that spread through your spine and heart as the words etched into your memory. You shivered for reasons no words could describe as such vocabulary didn´t existed in your world.

The closest you came was "eerie".

"Welcome to Silent Hill"