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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 12:44 pm
Daisy Villa Apartments is a location in Silent Hill 3, and is the home of the game's protagonist, Heather Mason. Heather and her father, Harry moved into the apartments some undisclosed time ago, but it is suggested that this wasn't their initial tenement. The time the player spends in the apartments is short-lived, as Heather only seeks to return to her home, room 102.
The only areas explored within the building include the ground floor, where the entrance and Heather's home are located, and the rooftop. After unlocking the door with her house key, a series of events unfold, and Heather is left to pursue Claudia Wolf and travel to Silent Hill with detective Douglas Cartland. Though the area is only explored for a short time, the events that occur, including a boss battle with the Missionary, contribute a good portion to the plot.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:36 pm
Prologue 2: Chapter 1: Welcome back to hell... It was getting late, 11:00pm. School was over for the Blonde-haired girl with very greasy hair. The girl known as Heather Mason, otherwise known by as Cheryl, was resting as she prepared herself for another exhausting day of work tomorrow, it was the same old routine since her Dad died, the nightmares she had afterwards constantly pressed on her, they never fully healed, some of the scars would just never heal. The wounds from having her father die in her life were very great indeed. What she went through two-years ago sometimes causes her to become paranoid, this night is what would cause all of the nights prior to it to stand out. Heather had a very strange dream, it wasn't like the constant normal nightmares she would often experience, this one seemed more real, less of a flash of bloody different ways she could have died had she made the wrong move back in Silent Hill, or just that idea in general, she saw the 'other' half of her formal self, Alessa Gillespie. Alessa stared at her for a few moments and smiled, the two were in a dark void, the void where they were near eachother in greatly resembled the Otherworld that Harry had walked in during his walk through Alchemilla Hospital, it had blood everywhere. She felt unnerved at first as she stood up to confirm it completely, however Alessa had no desire of harming Heather, she calmly backed up slightly and explained herself,
"Let me guess, you are afraid of this place huh? Well my other half, let me tell you something, I have no desire to exist here anymore, there is no reason to continue after seeing you thwart my previous attempt at stopping that damned cult from birthing God. I figured I couldn't trust you to that task, I was mistaken . . . oh and say hello to your father for me, you'll see him again soon . . ."
Alessa began walking over to a door which had a white void of light in it, Heather however wanted her to explain what she was talking about seeing her father soon and all that, in desperation, Heather reached out her arm and shouted,
"Hey! Wait! What do you mean see my Father again soon? What do you mean!!?"
Alessa simply chuckled darkly as she began walking into the void of light, the last thing she uttered was,
"Go to the town that you were born in and you might just see for yourself. If you don't and he dies again . . . I will be disappointed in you though."
As Alessa walked away, the door closed behind her, and then, there was a faint siren, Heather's head was pounding and she could barely stand it. Heather was moving around in her sleep, she then awoke to a normal bedroom. As she faintly looked up at the clock, she read that the time was now, "11:53." Heather had kept her handgun in her room since she got back from the town two years ago, she pulled it out of a dresser and then she put on her white jacket, she was wearing only her orange shirt prior to her going to bed.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Silent Hill again huh? It looks like I will just have to step back into hell."
She now had a clear objective, to save her father, even if she died, she needed to see him again. With that said, Heather left her room and downstairs slowly, she then began walking down the street, she intended to get there, no matter how impossible the feat seemed, Silent Hill was far away from Daisy Villa Apartments, at least a few hours worth of a drive.
Walking there was impossible, but she didn't intend to stop running, she needed to get there, and nothing was about to stop her.
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Meditatus Sanctum Mien Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:41 am
This night was too cold for the bountiful, fruit laden atmosphere that symbolized the uplifting, insistent season of summer. Heat didn't sap the liquid in her veins. Humidity didn't cling to her skin in the wake of monsoons. Flowers never smelt as sweet as they did when they couldn't come out in the winter and bloom in the middle of the hot weather. Instead, to Shailynne, they smelled like the strong scent of hospital wards containing the miasma of disease, and the coils of endless decay. Malcontent wrestled with her sense of the real and the what she analyzed to be her imaginary connections with the recent events that took place. Summer, Shailynne thought. This time of year is supposed to guarantee progression...like it always had before I entered into this place. Now...Jonathan...here...what's he trying to prove? Who's he trying to lure into his charms and honeyed words? Damned, venomous arachnid...what web are you trying to weave? It was like this night unscrewed the cap of what little sweetness she had left and dumped the contents of it into the awaiting gullet of Beelzebub who waded in the fetid lakes of pestilence.
In the absence of such warmth, there was only the stark isolation of the empty road spotted with dimmed streetlights. The filth of the town festered in the form of empty cans, tumbling plastic bags, splintered glass, innocuous signs harbored by local street gangs forcibly tattooed on the defiled pavement and the waning strength of worn brick and mortar, while archaic symbols littered the corners, byways, and alleyways hidden by the unending corpses of fallen leaves. Emptiness permeated the mall with a suffocating wall of seclusion and alienation weighed against her soul. It was a good thing she didn't live but a few crooked blocks away from the complex. On her continued trek, she came across the Seal of Metatron in dripping, red spray paint splattered on a cracked window. The bright scarlet paint drizzled and sloped downwards. Shailynne gazed at it as if entranced by an ephemeral substance; a high pitched whine reverberated in her ears. Time became nothing but the rapid heartbeat of a dying butterfly. She stopped breathing. Trapped in a vacuum of suffering. Oblique shadows resonated and covered her grayed vision as she felt warm liquid slosh her face. She was seven. Her hands felt unnaturally hot and sticky. Blood soaked them and a body gutted open like a butcher's pig showed the eviscerated insides of...
Realization didn't hit her until a passing car honked at her from the street. The trance was broken. She grimaced at the glaring seal and spat on it. Archaic anything made Shailynne hearken back to Jonathan's teachings and how he forced her to pray for a God she wasn't sure existed. He used to talk about how God was glorious and infallible. How She wanted the world to be perfect, harmonious, and peaceful in the light of a meditative Utopia. Her thoughts whorled.
God sounded like any other selfish person.
A gentle breeze caressed the inside of her ridiculous uniform. She briefly caught the comforting smell of her entire work day. The reek of fry oil, the hectic pace of stress, the unmistakable odor of obedience, tinged with repressed frustration that snaked into her scent, anxiety shrouded her head in a thick swarm of vividly violent intentions mixed like a well shaken cocktail; a cafe au pousse layered by the dense, heady aroma of guilt which infiltrated the pores of her skin and wafted a unique effluvium customized for the familiar fetor common among people like herself. That wretched odor marked her as human. Only monsters flocked to those who were too human and they were catered to in this condemned reality most of these sleepy denizens called home.
Then again...she could easily be a monster, too.
Shailynne looked up at the cloudy masses covering the delicate twinkle of the stars. They peaked to and fro' as if to hide behind the shrouds of evaporated water. She was reminded of something. The faceless marionettes of her past danced as the lights of a far away hope flickered and wavered at the behest of the darkness of her misjudged uncertainty. It wasn't like her to dwell on such lowly, debased, iniquitous fragments sticking out from the polluted muck of her deteriorated memories.
Jonathan, wherever you are, I won't let you get the upper hand like you did last time...
Weariness frothed in her eyes. The crinkle of the brown paper bags she carried had her cheeks upturned as a much needed smile graced her ruddy features. There was something to look forward to when she got to her lovely abode. She thought of the people who made her feel needed and wanted in the apartment and she was more than happy to unclog a thousand toilets a day, so long as she could retain and capture the child-like giddiness she obsessed over.
By the time Shailynne walked through the dreary apartment complex's double doors, the light fixtures went out near the elevator again. A grumble swam in her throat inaudibly. She bumped the front doors with her hip and struggled to carry the two gigantic paper bags stuffed to the brim with greasy, epicurean delights. She put one bag down while she searched for the keys to her apartment. The apron didn't help. Her hands slipped down her jean pockets and felt for her keys.
They weren't there.
"s**t...where are they?!" A frenzied need to search for her keys possessed her like a powerful need to go to the restroom. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt she was going to get dizzy, and she hadn't consumed a crumb of her fast food haul today. In fact, she skipped lunch and dinner.
Or was it...? No. He wouldn't go that far! Ernie wouldn't let him in period. But what if...!
"Did you forget your keys, again, Lynne?" Shailynne nearly jumped out of the pathetic shell of her body. How Ernie managed to sneak up on her without a sound, she would never figure out. His equipment around his waist held heavier tools, and he always had bulging pockets tinkling with keys, or nails and he had clunky boots. Shailynne shook her head in disbelief. This guy never ceased to amaze her and defy logic in its entirety. He smirked. His faded blue maintenance cap covered his eyes."Cheezus, Ernie! You scared my Freshmen year out of me!" Ernie looked at her from his impressive height. The guy was 6'2" and he was always looking down at her with his kindhearted bright blue eyes. "So long as I can have a burger or two from your stash, I'll open up the door for ya'. Is that a Happy Burger Supreme?" He reached in her bag while her smaller frame became rigid. A few paranoid thoughts clamored up into her voice. "Say, did you happen to see, or hear of anyone who wanted to meet with me, or see me?" Ernie gave her an exasperated look. "No, why?" Her heart settled into her rib cage like a tamed song bird and she let out a sigh she held in anticipation. Ernie chuckled as he bit into a mouthful of the enormous hamburger. He opened the door with his own plethora of keys jangling around his massive hands. "Whatever the case, Lynne, door's open. You need to get to work soon. It's almost 9."
Her thoughts drifted and then plunged into the unholy space she knew was her petite bedroom. Her bed wasn't made. Several columns of paper overwhelmed her desk and buried what she knew was her laptop charging underneath her thesis. Clothes overflowed in a waterfall of underwear, dirty shirts, multicolored bras, mismatched socks, wrinkled overalls, and greasy jeans.
She gave Ernie an embarrassed chuckle. "I'll be right there." Ernie nodded, but didn't close the door all the way and peaked at Shailynne undressing. A flying shirt caught him in the face.
"Alright, alright, it's 8:53..." He threw the shirt back at her.
"Perv!" The closet was cramped with all her uniforms. She took the cleanest looking one out and put it on.
The only thing that encompassed her bedroom in its enormity was the top of the line refrigerator she felt was her duty to maintain at any and all costs. In the limited expanse of her apartment, the fridge loomed and lorded its supremacy over the rest of her possessions in an untouched, brand new, clean, and well taken cared of aura. A similar aura encompassed her microwave shoved into the corner of her end table. Surprisingly enough, there were other portable cooking utensils: a rice cooker, coffee maker, home grill, crock pot, and a burner with a what looked to be a giant wok. Stepping over as much of the hazardous material strewn about on the floor, she yanked the refrigerator door open and a cool breeze caressed her face. Unlike her room, the contents inside her fridge were spotless and very well organized via heavy duty plastic containers, labels, plastic wrap, plastic bags, and three pitchers filled with three different liquids. She easily found room for her treasures and quickly put them away in various plastic bins from a few custom made hutches along the wall.
Carelessly, she threw the remains of her brown paper bags over her shoulder and landed on her trash can which looked more like a city garbage dump. Before she went out, the letter called out to her at the very top on that stockpile of junk. It rustled a bit before falling gracefully to the floor. She walked over, picked the bloody note up, and stuffed it into her pocket as she exited out the door.
((EDITED – 6/29/2011 10:43 A.M.-12:09 P.M.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:38 pm
Heather had ran passed Shailynne's apartment earlier, she didn't have time to get other people involved. She didn't care about her job, if she was fired, that would be just fine. She cared more about her father, and was determined to discover what Alessa was talking about. In her right hand was a bloody journal, inside was every map her father had taken from Silent Hill, she also had slipped her maps that she gained there inside. She knew what she was trying to do was insane, and questionable at best. The odds of her making it there in the manner she was moving was exactly zero. Heather didn't care, she needed to make it into Silent Hill, her attempts were futile at best, she was getting tired. Sweat popped onto Heather's face, the cool midnight air was affecting her, and she was beginning to feel herself slow down while running down the road. Heather began walking despite tired down the road, she was moving towards her desires like an insect drawn to the light of a lamp. Heather was now walking very slowly on the side of the apartments a few blocks down, it was reasonable as to why she couldn't get so Silent Hill on foot, she couldn't even move down the block without getting tired.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Damn it! There has got to be some way! I just got to make it to Silent Hill."
She stopped for a minute and sat down to catch her breathe, she knew that what she was doing was suicide. It was a fool's effort at best, what she intended to do was impossible at best. Silent Hill was too far to walk from Daisy Villa, it was at least a couple hours away, perhaps even more. Douglas told her that before, only Douglas wasn't here this time to help her.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Dad . . . I'm sorry, I can't make it there to help you . . ."
Heather felt tears coming down her face as she sat there on the side of the road, she felt helpless, depressed even. She felt as if she were defeated in a battle of life and death, that is how degraded she felt at the moment.
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Meditatus Sanctum Mien Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 1:29 pm
A bowl cut of sandy blond hair at the top of a chubby little boy's head with aquamarine eyes stared up at Shailynne. The poor tyke held his bottom and hopped around Shailynne's hunched form. "Mommy!! Tell the lady to hurry up!!!" His face was scrunched into a desperate frown. He chewed his lower lip, marching like a soldier in fast forward. Shailynne heaved and pulled with all her strength she could manage with the plunger she borrowed from the Harrisons' bathroom. Normally, he was a pretty demanding kid, but Mrs. Harrison always made it a point to tell him who the Boss was.
"Well, Tommy Lee, you know better than to stuff all the toilet paper down the toilet. You shouldn't have done that to Mommy. So, Ms. Shailynne had to come and fix your mess. For all the trouble you caused you won't get any dessert for a week!" Mrs.Harrison, the mother of Tommy Lee, folded her arms over her chest. Her hair was the color of grain, and it hung loosely around her shoulders and she wore a teal sweater with faded jeans. Her wizened green eyes had a mischievous sparkle to them and when she smiled, it was a sign that the fox was coming out of the den. However, all her sly humor and mischief drained away when she realized what her son had done an half an hour ago. She shot her boy a stern look.
"B-b-but–!!"
"No 'buts'! Don't you try anything you hear me, James Thompson Lee? If I catch you raiding the cookie jar, wriggling out of the snack cabinet, or even sneaking into the fridge for an extra cup of pudding, I will ban desserts for a month!" He started to throw a tantrum. Unfortunately, his stomach gurgled. His eyes widened. "Alright! I'll do anything, just hurry up!" He started to cry. Shailynne had to stifle several fits of laughter. This kid was something else. She continued to aggressively plunge at the stubborn pipes. The cloudy water started to drain rapidly. The maintenance -girl smiled.
"Get out! Get out! I have to make number 2 real bad!!" Tommy Lee ushered Shailynne out and slammed the door shut. A loud, relieved sigh followed by a series of plops signaled the end of a long torment.
The mother gave Shailynne a softened expression and chuckled a bit. "I know how hard you work, Shailynne. I just wanted to thank you for coming here when fits like these pop up." Mrs. Harrison gave Shailynne a ten dollar tip. Shailynne accepted it without complaint, and smiled. "No problem, Mrs. Harrison. I'll see you around." Shailynne could hear Tommy Lee's shouts as she left the humble home.
"Mommy!! Where's the toilet paper?!"
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A broad shouldered bastion of a man in his early sixties complete with slicked back salt and pepper hair, leaned to the side with a lacquered, cherry wood cane with a golden eagle etched in brass at its top. Every time he walked there was a distinct metal clank in his gate. He smelt of cheap cigars, whiskey, and expired cologne from convenience stores. "I can't get back up to my apartment with these legs. At this rate, you'll have to carry me to the top by your lonesome, Busty! An old, lonely man like myself needs some company once in a while." His energetic gaze flitted over Shailynne's backside. She bunched up her shoulders as she tinkered on the elevator buttons. "I would appreciate it if you would stop staring cross-eyed at my derriere, Paxton." Paxton let out a deep chuckle. "As soon as you stand upright, I'll have something else to stare at." The comments he made plucked at her patience...they always did. A small spark lit up in front of her. DING! The small triangle lit up.
"It's all fixed..."
"Well, I'll be danged! Now, if you could just work a little on me I'd–"
"Shut it."
"Always givin' me the cold shoulder...Cant blame an old man for tryin'!"
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As she fixed the damaged light fixture, she already finished her rounds and it was close to midnight. This was the only thing she needed to get done before she went to sleep. If she obtained any sleep, of course. The last screw was twisted into place and she sighed in relief. She climbed down her latter, knowing Ernie would take it back to the basement later. Movement caught her eye. She turned to see a shaken Heather Mason walk out the entrance. Shailynne called out to her, but it seemed like Heather was determined to do something. For some reason, Shailynne got a headache, and Jonathon fizzled into her train of thoughts like snowy static from a badly tuned television. The letter seemed to burn in her pocket.
There was a tug in Shailynne's chest. She radioed Ernie. "Hey, I'm all done here. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be gone for a little bit; kinda' going on vacation."
"What? How long?"
"Give me a week."
"F-fine, I'll make sure your room is all locked up and I'll have Barnes clean it. That okay if he sees your delicates?"
"I...yeah...it's an emergency."
Without another word, she ran out to catch the retreating girl. There was something terribly wrong going on here. And Heather...Heather was the center of it. If Shailynne was going to do something, at least, she would ensure Heather was safe. Immediately, she popped out her keys and rushed into her car. The interior of her rust bucket was rugged. The seats were moldy and lumpy, a few springs popped out here and there revealing the precious foam insides necessary to make it comfortable. So long as the gas pedal was functioning, the engine ran smoothly, and her tank was halfway full, Shailynne was rearing to go. She checked the back seat to find her tools and the rest of her emergency supplies were in order. A musty towel stared back at her and she threw it on the passenger's side.
The grip on her driver's wheel tightened as she backed up out of the driveway and honked at a running Heather.
Granted it was midnight, but Shailynne could care less. "Hey, Heather! It's Shailynne!! Just hop on in, I'll take you wherever you need to go!!"((EDITED–6/29/2011 12:14 P.M.-1:29 P.M.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:21 pm
Heather stood up as a honk filled her ears, she had some tears running down her face, she was also a bit sweaty, but relieved by Shailynne finding her. She opened up the door to the car and entered the passenger seat. Heather brushed her right hand through her hair then fastened her seat belt and spoke,
"Listen, where we are about to go will be incredibly dangerous, it probably isn't worth getting you involved. And you probably aren't going to believe me when I tell you what happened. "
Heather took a deep breathe, she was trying to calm down so she could get her words right, despite the car being damaged on the inside, she didn't care, she was thankful that someone was nearby, she wasn't sure how Shailynne would react when spoken to though.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Two years ago when my father was alive, I fell asleep at Happy Burger. But this wasn't just any normal occasion, I woke up after hours. The dream I had was a nightmare, I walked around through an Amusement Park that was rusty, and old, then I died in that dream. It felt so real and . . . Then I woke up. I used a telephone booth to call my Dad, it was the last conversation I had with him alive, then there was this detective by the name of Douglas. The guy followed me around and told me that somebody was looking for me, I ignored it and ran off, I can't quite explain what I'm talking about. But, there was this weird version of the mall, there was this weird lady named Claudia, she was the one that was looking for me. It was like in my dream, but different, the whole mall was filled with monsters or something. I got down deep enough, then this huge worm creature attacked me. I killed it then, I met that detective again. I ran away and took the subway to get home, when I got there, my Dad was dead. You can call me Cheryl by the way. That's what my Dad used to call me, over nineteen years ago. Story short, Claudia was the leader of a Cult that killed my Dad, she tried to kill me to birth a demonic creature that she called "God," I killed it in the end and left the town I chased her to, Silent Hill."
Heather barely could focus, her head hurt a lot trying to remember that, and she was still upset. Tears filled the eyes of the blonde-haired girl, she tried to get the right words out, but it wasn't easy. She sighed deeply, and her stress was very clear, Heather hadn't even said half of what was going through her mind, she left out a lot of details, and there were a lot of things that she needed to say, but couldn't quite express what she wanted to.
"I need to go to Silent Hill Shailynne, something really weird is going on, it concerns me, and my past. And The Order Cult. I know, I must sound crazy to you, but I need to get there. "
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Meditatus Sanctum Mien Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 5:47 pm
The note seemed to get hotter in her pocket. One of Shailynne's gloved hands moved to retrieve the damned thing as she kept her eyes trained on the darkness of the road. She hesitated. No, not yet. If I show her something right now, she could go into hysterics. Judging by her state of mind, she seems to be delusional...but...even when I interned at the psychiatric ward, those mythomaniacs, megalomaniacs, schizophrenics, kleptomaniacs, and psychopaths weren't able to function, or maintain this much composure. Maybe the emotional strain could be taxing her sense of reality and she's creating an alternate one to accommodate her fragile ego. Why would she want to reach out to someone she hardly knew? She was always alone in her apartment and she never deviated from her routine. Not once. Then, here's the funny part: why did she mention Silent Hill? After all this strange bull crack started happening? Like it was intentional...or well timed. Sure, it might be a place of severe trauma in Heather's mind, according to the information Shailynne just got, but she didn't look like she often clung onto the past like that. She just kept on trucking and didn't once stop, or hesitate at work. Heather may have looked sad on several occasions, but Shailynne figured it was just a spell of memory and it would fritter away just as soon as it came. Thinking back on it, Shailynne remembered Ernie mentioned something about Heather's loss, but didn't say much more. And Shailynne being Shailynne didn't venture too much on the topic, since it was Heather's business.
Now, it was...different.
This was too much to take in, especially for a collegiate such as Shailynne. Psychology was a different creature to deal with altogether and it helped during times like these to be a counselor, or even a therapist, or, in this particular case, a friend to open up to. The reality was, Shailynne didn't have the qualifications to make judgment calls, and even when she did, that field offer little in the ways of an absolute answer. So, the aspiring psychoanalytic doctor decided that this was one of those experiences that fell in between established ideals considered to be inverted social dogmas stuck in the categories of objectivity and subjectivity. It was a perpetual state of truth in suspended animation.
I can't even explain myself...why should I try and explain someone else when they have their own truth to tell?
Disconcerting silence filled the car for a few moments as the highway opened up. Shailynne decided to ease the built up tension and subsequent aftershock of confusion. "I...I don't know what's really going on, Heather. I'll take you to Silent Hill and this seems to have bothered you a whole lot; kept it inside for a long time. I'm here for you, even if it's temporary." Shailynne chewed her bottom lip. That didn't sound right. In fact, it made her sound desperate to claw her way out of Heather's presence. Way to go, smart one. Shailynne regained her composure as she drove, studying the details of the cracked road with renewed interest until she continued from her abrupt break, and failing attempt, at conversation.
"That town...I mean, it's abandoned, right? All the old miners and people who used to live there just got up and deserted it. How...is it dangerous to go there? Monsters? How could there be monsters at a place like that? I can understand if there were monstrous people there, but full blown monsters? And a resurrected deity belonging to a cult. I'll agree that I didn't believe you for the first few seconds there, but strangely enough, after hearing the way you said it, I do." Shailynne offered Heather a reassuring, but sad smile.
"Some weird stuff has been happening to me. I keep having these flashbacks. These visions about my...well...my half-brother, Jonathan. I haven't told you about him, yet...in fact, maybe I shouldn't. Forget I mentioned him. As if you're going to forget, right? Who can? More like, I can't...that's the besides the point. These...I'm guessing...psychosomatic memories developed over a period of time from repressed feelings–they come when I'm not aware, or when I'm too caught up in my thoughts. The content is often violent and disturbing...it's like, they push themselves into my head and spring up like daisies on a grave. I end up staring into nothing and yet, I think they may be invented, you know?"
This recent breakthrough, following the inadvertent acquisition of precious knowledge both personal and vital, completely destroyed Shailynne's inbred defensive mechanisms which took years of soul wrenching agony to refine and culminate. Vexation bubbled up to the surface mixed in with feelings of resentment. She felt offended someone could execute a trustworthy conversation so easily and violated since her precious imprisonment of her own trust broke so soon and so simply, especially with someone she hardly knew. How did she just...do that to me?! Maybe it was due to the battered sincerity and urgency in Heather's voice that successfully obliterated her safe-walls with a gigantic wrecking ball made of raw emotion? Or, it could be the connection she spotted between Jonathan, Silent Hill, and Heather. Maybe it spanned into something bigger, deeper, darker? It was so strange and it felt like such a rush of change, it was welcoming.
Empathy coursed through the maintenance-girl's body. She felt her heart take on some of Heather's emotional luggage. Whatever the ethereal case may be, Silent Hill awaited them both around the bends, dips, and turns of the mountains. "Anyways, I think...if this place is–as you say it is–and you can't really go into detail about it, we're going to have to pick up a few things on the way to this hellhole in the middle of nowhere. Maybe...grab a bite to eat and replenish our strength. I know you said something about living near this exit...we'll get off on here and continue to Silent Hill."
The note seared into her leg and she felt hot. Shailynne yelped. Her skin cooked. And she thrust her hand in her pocket, brought it out and it fell in between driver and passenger. Shailynne sucked air between her teeth. She bit back a simper. She glared at the note for a few seconds as it lay there, untouched, not burned, and not wrinkled. Shailynne looked at Heather. The letters faded into the paper as if being sucked by a vampiric entity. The words Silent Hill faded and another set of words bled onto the white surface:Daddy is home, Heather. "You're not the only one with secrets."
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