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Silent Hill: Forgotten Sister

Chapter 6: Brookhaven

"UGHHH!" I moaned and groaned as I was stretching my body.

I finally woke up and I sat up, rubbing my eyes so I could get used to the lighting. I lied. There isn't much lighting in here, except for the sun trying to get through the cracks between the boarded up window.

I looked at my phone and it was dead. Great! I thought. Now I am not sure what time it is and if my dad or Joshua are gone. Just flipping great! I sighed. Well, the good thing is, I managed to get some sleep thanks to that random headache. Speaking of it, it hurts just a little but nothing a lot of medicine can't fix!

I looked around the floor and papers were scattered all over the place. I collected all the papers from the floor and stood up. As I left the room, I looked around the hallway to make sure that no one was around. I closed the wall door and quickly made my way to my bedroom.

Behind me, I quickly locked the door. I made my way towards my desk, threw the papers on the table and sat down. I looked at the alarm clock; 11:11 a.m.

Damn! I thought. I only have a few hours until work. Shit!

Before I could check out Erika's file, I had to plug my phone in and let it charge for a bit. I don't need a dead phone before, during and after work.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I began to look through Erika's file for more information.

"Oh my God!" I softly said. "I can't believe Joshua and I have a sister."

It's always been Josh and I, I thought. No one else! Or if my parents adopted but I have no clue. Why am I struggling to remember this girl? I have never known an Erika in my entire life. Maybe when I went to school but an Erika could have been a friend. I don't even know! I am still lost!

As I scattered more papers on the desk, I came across the address to the asylum. I stared at it. I think I have to go to Brookhaven today and find some things out.

. . .

When I finished my research, I neatly stacked all of Erika's papers and put them back inside the folder. I hid the folder inside of my backpack.

I feel great that I have a long lost sister but I feel pissed off at the same time because my parents have kept her a secret almost all my life. What the fuck man?! This isn't fair! I sighed. I can't be stressing about this too much or else I'll be pissed off for the rest of the day and week. I'll be calling off today so I can go to Brookhaven and hopefully, hopefully! get some answers.

Before I went downstairs, I changed into some more comfortable clothes. I knew if I went down there with my work clothes on my mom would be bitching how I didn't come home last night blah blah blah. Also, I feel disgusted because I haven't showered yet and I stink real bad. Though, I'll shower later but most importantly I need some food.

As I went downstairs, I thought about this girl a lot. I don't know what to tell my parents to be honest. 'Hey guys! Jeff and I broke the wall and it turned out it wasn't a wall! It was a secret room and I snuck in there last night and found some secrets. Who's Erika?' Probably not, I thought. Maybe they didn't want Josh and I to know that we have a sister. But why though? Why are they hiding this from us? Did they not want Erika in the beginning? But the way they set up Erika's bedroom, they really wanted her. I don't know...

I entered the kitchen and I noticed a blue sticky note on the fridge.

Alex,

I went to Margaret's house for some tea. I should be home later on. I left some breakfast for you in the microwave.

Love,

Mom

At least I'm home alone for a while, I thought. Before I sat down for breakfast, I decided now would be the best time to call Randy. I grabbed the house phone and began to dial the store owner's number. The phone rang.

"Hello?" answered a croaky deep voice.

"Good morning sir," I greeted. "It's me Alex. I'm sorry for calling you late about this but um, I just called to let you know that I am not going to work today. I don't really feel too good and I woke up this morning throwing up."

I lied. I know lying is a bad thing but I had to do it. I couldn't tell anyone about Erika... just yet…

"Fine by me," said Randy. "I'll just have Jeff take over. I'm sorry that you're sick and take care my son. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you," I said.

I hung up and put the phone back. Today is going to be a long day, I thought.

. . .

After breakfast, I went to go shower. As I showered, I stood against the wall with my eyes closed, letting the warm water pound on my skin and the shampoo run down my face. I thought about Erika. All I know is she is mentally sick for some reason and that she is violent. What made her go there? Her medical records did not mention one thing why she was in the hospital. I want to ask my parents or any of the founding families if they know about her. I take it back. Of course the founding families would know about her. Everyone must know about Erika. Even that gas station clerk knew who she was! But at the same moment, I don't want to get into any trouble because I know I am not allowed to know about her. But something is up...

I rinsed my hair off and washed my body down. Was Erika a crazy child or a possessed child? Was she really that ill? Did mom and dad secretly want to get rid of her? No. As I said before, the bedroom. And knowing my parents, they don't believe in abortion. Mom or dad probably didn't want a second child. No, because Joshua is around and they love him a lot, more than anything. If I were to take part in this, I would suggest sending Erika to a monastery and save her all the trouble.

I got out of the shower and dried myself. I wrapped the towel around my waste. I can't help but think what is my sister like? Well besides violent. I haven't seen her yet. I wonder if she is pretty or ugly or pretty ugly? All I know is that Erika and I have the same eye color. Maybe she looks a lot like me.

I began to change. After putting my underwear on, I put on a pair of khaki skinny jeans with a white tank top tucked in. Then I put on a red and blue plaid long sleeve shirt.

I'm taking my time to get ready. I want to look clean and spiffy for my sister. There is a fifty fifty chance that she won't give two shits but I still like to look good…plus, I might see Lisa there hehe.

After putting gel in my hair, deodorant on and cologne on, I went to my bedroom. I sat on the bed putting my socks and converse on. I grabbed a red hoodie out of the closet and put it on along with my glasses. After getting ready, I grabbed my backpack, my cellphone and my car keys. I went outside.

It's a bit cold and foggy out but it's not a big deal. I entered my car, threw my stuff in the passenger seat and started it. As I waited for my car to warm up, I sat back and relaxed for a moment.

"Erika," I softly said.

I hope everything goes smooth with you, I thought.

My car was finally warmed up and I made my way to Brookhaven. I thought about Lisa now and how I should of called her. Too late now, I thought. Calling and driving won't work out and I'll end up dead. I'll just surprise her instead.

. . .

Brookhaven Mental Institute

2:12 p.m.

Due to the fogginess and the cold, I made it safely to Brookhaven. Before I got out of the car, I thought, what am I going to say to Erika? Maybe I should have of thought about this. I'm not really good at saying hello to a person I haven't seen in a while or saying goodbye to someone I care. I already failed with my ex-girlfriend Olivia in the past and I have a feeling that I'll screw up big time with Erika.

I grabbed my bag, leaving the car and locked it. The weather started to get worse. It would be exciting if it snowed but I doubt that would happen. It's been years since it snowed and the weather looks like it'll rain instead. Just great, I thought.

I walked across the parking lot and stepped on a black mat by the entrance. The doors slid open. The hospital was warm inside and I started to get a bad feeling. Of course I would! I thought. This is a mental hospital with crazy ass people. Anyways, I walked up the receptionist table. There was an African American lady talking in the phone. She looked at me and put the phone in her shoulder. Her blue eyes met with my hazel brown eyes. She looks like she is in her middle thirties and judging by her looks, she looks like she has been working night shifts.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked in a British accent.

Fuck yea! I thought. An English person! In my opinion, I like English people because they are something else and they're pretty fucking funny in my opinion.

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm here to meet someone."

"That is?" asked the African American receptionist.

"Erika Michelle Shepherd," I replied.

I looked at the girl's name tag.

Jesse W. Receptionist

"Uh...yeah," said Jesse uncomfortably. "Yeah yeah. She's in the third floor right now doing a test. I think she should be done by now. Do you mind if you can wait in the waiting area while I call her doctor?"

"Sure," I said.

"Can I get a name?" asked Jesse.

"Alex," I replied. "Alex Shepherd."

"I thought so," said the African American receptionist. "The minute you walked in here, I instantly thought of your sister. You two look a like, especially the eyes."

"Yea," I said.

The receptionist sounded uncomfortable when I asked for Erika. Maybe there is something crazy about her? By the looks of it, Jesse fears my sister for some odd reason.

Ten Minutes later…

Ten minutes have passed and I was still in the waiting room, reading a magazine about wealthy living. I wonder what kind of test Erika has to do and why she's taking so long. Strange that she has to do testing. I never heard of ill patients doing tests.

"Excuse me, Alex," said Jesse.

I put the magazine down and looked at the blue eyed receptionist.

"Dr. Copen is ready to see you," informed the receptionist. "He is in the third floor room 308."

I nodded.

Jesse opened the gate for me.

"Good luck kid," she said. "You'll need it."

"Thanks?" I said unsure of.

I entered through the gate and it closed behind me. What the receptionist said, Erika really is crazy.

I walked down the hall. If Erika is really that psychotic, then I better watch what I say and what I do. I've reached the elevator and entered. Third floor, I thought. 308.

The elevator stopped and I walked out. If I had the chance to meet a famous scientist, I would ask him or her to build a time a time machine. I wanna go back in time and stop this madness. I wanna see the truth for myself and see what the hell happened. I'll make this meet and great sweet and simple for Erika.

. . .

If I can recall, Jesse said that Dr. Copen would be waiting for me. I walked down the hall until I came up to 308. The door is painted a light brown with the number 308 painted in black on the window. The paint looked fresh. Anyways, I saw Erika with her doctor. Oh shit, I thought. Is that really her?

Erika looked like a mess big time. Her hair is messy, her pajamas are wrinkled and her eyes are baggy. Just by looking at her face, she has a very hateful expression. Since Dr. Copen is facing his back towards me, all I know is that he is a big tall blonde fellow dressed very formally with a doctor's coat. I knocked on the window to get someone's attention. The blonde doctor slightly turned around and looked back at Erika. He turned back around and walked towards me. He opened the door and stepped outside.

Copen has nice blonde hair that is slipped back. His eyes are green which are very beautiful and went great with his light skin tone. Copen seems to be in his mid-forties. Due to a few wrinkles and the bags under his eyes make him look like he's fifty. On his right cheek is a big scar.

"Good afternoon doctor," I greeted as I stuck my hand out. "You must be Dr. Copen?"

"Good afternoon," greeted the blonde doctor with a British accent and shaking my hand. "I am Dr. Copen. You must be Alex Shepherd? Erika's brother? Sheriff's oldest kid?"

"Yeah," I said to all of that.

"I am one of your sister's few doctors," informed Copen.

"Whoa! How many doctors does she have?" I asked.

"Just three," replied Dr. Copen. "Dr. Kaufman is the main man but he's hardly ever here. Then there is Dr. Christina but she doesn't really tend to Erika until the night. So I guess you can consider me her main."

"Yea," I nodded.

"Anyways, before we go in," said the blonde haired doctor. "I have a lot of information that I must tell you."

"I'm all ears," I said as I crossed my arms.

"Whatever you do, please do not anger your sister," stated Copen. "She will go crazy and let it out on all her doctors, nurses and other patients. Second, don't be rude or stupid. She hates that and she'll put you on her bad side which will take forever to get out of. Don't believe me; ask Lisa and my son Derrick."

"I believe you," I said. "Anything else?"

"When you're on her bad side, she'll see you as a threat and start a fight with you," informed Copen. "Make sure she doesn't do that because honestly, she is a fighter. If she actually tried to pass her tests, she could leave the hospital and sign up for the service after she graduates high school or she can be a female MMA fighter."

Well damn…I thought.

"I have a question," I informed.

Dr. Copen nodded.

"Why is she locked up in the first place?" I asked. "Her medical records never mentioned that and I didn't bother to ask my parents because they were not home and if I did, I will be in deep shit. They don't want me to know about Erika. Hell, they don't even know I'm here."

"I understand," said Copen. "But before I can reply, let me ask, how did you find out about Erika?"

"The secret room that my best friend and I broke into and last night, I found her records in a filing cabinet," I replied.

"I see," said the blonde haired doctor. "Well to answer your question, Erika is locked up because she is diagnosed to schizophrenia, meaning she talks to herself. Then, she hallucinates where she is living in a world full of evil and the Boogeyman, which she is trying to escape. But that only happens when she takes her medication because it causes her to hallucinate. Anyways, Erika is scared of swimming because she'll fear that she'll drown. Last, she has the fear Athazagoraphobia, meaning the fear of being forgotten or ignored. She doesn't really have that fear, but she HATES it when people forget about her. She's made big deals about it in the past."

I have a feeling that she will beat the living daylight out of me and she might want to bury me six feet under because I forgot about her, I thought. Honestly, I'll do anything for her forgiveness. I'll go jump off a cliff if I have to.

"Oh yeah!" I remembered. "Earlier, the receptionist Jesse said that Erika does a test. What is the test exactly?"

"We lock her in a dark room for a few minutes," said Copen. "I know you may think it's cruel, but it's the only way we can get Erika to stop being scared of the dark and the Boogeyman."

"I don't think it's cruel," I said. "If it's the only thing you got to cure my sister…"

"We tried our best but she doesn't last a minute," said Copen.

I sighed.

"Have you tried anything else?" I asked.

"No, not really," replied the blonde haired doctor. "That's the only thing we can think of."

"I see," I said. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Here," Copen said handing me a syringe. "If Erika gets violent, quickly stab her with this. It will calm her down. She'll start to hallucinate but she'll be calm."

What? I thought. I'm confused. If you hallucinate, don't you even go more crazier? I don't know.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Duotine," replied the blonde haired doctor. "It will calm her down and do not worry, there will be security guards outside

"Ah…yeah," I said uncomfortably. "Yeah, yeah I got it. I'll try my best not to hurt Erika."

"Good," said Copen. "Good luck my boy, you'll need it. Remember this, you only have an hour and a half to visit and make sure not to do anything stupid or upsetting."

I nodded.

As Copen left, I took a deep breath and entered the room...