• I knew that there was something wrong the first time that I set foot in Silent Hill. I mean, come one, I live with a total lie and cheater. I grimaced as I felt a breeze p***k my exposed arms and legs.
    I pushed my auburn locks out of my face and looked at my whale of a mother. Her eyes glared at me as I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I glared back at her with my hazel eyes before walking into the small house.
    I felt my pulse quicken as I walked into my room. I might have feared Silent Hill in my darkest dreams, but this was real life and there were no monsters. I sighed and felt my pulse slow down, before I finally flopped down on the bed.
    Lucky for me the movers had placed all my things in the room. I guess that what little material possessions I have are better than having nothing, although if you where to look in my mother’s room you would see that she had oh so many more things.
    I listened to the small dripping sound coming from the faucet in the bathroom, “stupid broken house.” I mutter as I shift in the bed, this place had never been a favorite place and now that I live here I feel as though my whole place is going to come crashing like in my dreams. I hear a muffled sound come from my mother’s room.
    Jumping up from the bed, the pillows fall from my bed hitting the floor with a small thump. My heart begins to race as I sense that this is going to end up like in my dreams. I feel my heart jump from my chest and my palms began to sweat.
    I stopped before I bolted through the door, must plan for the worst. I pulled a small pocket knife that I keep in my boot out, prepared for the worst. I pushed the door lightly with my hand and peeked in. the room was empty, but I knew that there had to be something up.
    I heard the same noise and what sounded like metal dragging on the ground, I shuttered as I thought about my dreams. I pushed it open the rest of the way and saw the Pyramid Head dragging his sword over to my mother.
    After visiting the world so many times in my dreams, I had a name or nick name for almost any beast I came across. I shuttered again as I felt my pulse quicken just looking at the beast.
    His muscular built stood above my mother as he had her pinned against the wall. A look of horror filled her face as he brought up his sword, with quivering muscles, brought it down upon her head. The sound of her skull cracking filled the air as the sword sliced through her, creating a bloody mess.
    I covered my mouth in order to keep a scream from escaping my lips. I backed away from the door as I watched him turn around, dragging the giant now bloody sword behind him. I backed into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
    I laid my head in my hands as I sat on the floor. I held back a sob thinking that I was now going to die, usually around this time in my dreams a man would shoot whatever demon was following me and save me.
    “There is in no way this is a dream.” I muttered as I looked up, steadily standing and watching the door, I knew that if the Pyramid head had actually saw me, it would have been over. I blinked once before I cracked the door slightly.
    The beast was dragging his sword behind him; he was walking in the other direction, obviously oblivious to the fact that I had witnessed him killing my mother. I watched until he was out of sight before I cracked the door open.
    I took a cautious step, and looked around, my hair falling from the ponytail that I had put it in. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my troubled mind, but it did not really help. My face grew pale as I walked back into my mother’s room; the only thing I could see was her body. I closed and locked the door, before I walked over to the mass of flesh that was at one time my mother.
    I knelt next to it; the brain matter was everywhere, the chunks for flesh everywhere. I looked away and kept a sob from erupting within me. I felt my grip tighten on the knife that I had no use for; I looked down at it before I placed it back into its respective location in my boot.
    I said a soft prayer for her eventhogh I never really liked her. I felt a slight peace after I said the small prayer. I blinked once and tried to think of what I should do know that I was stuck in the monster section of silent hill with no one to rely on and no one to save me. “Son of a…” I muttered as a walked into her bathroom, I redid my hair and frowned as I looked at my worn out face in the mirror.
    I thought for a second as I looked at the door and sighed. I heard the sound of something with metal feet walking in hallway. A needler I thought as I traced the bags under my eyes in the mirror.
    My eyes watered as I looked away from the mirror. I sat in the bathtub and shook my head. I stopped myself from crying, I had to be strong in this time for if I could not who could be.
    I climbed out of the tub and walked back into my mother’s room and checked her corpse. I found some bandages, a handgun that she always carried, three rounds were missing. She probably to no avail used them on the pyramid head. I knew that he was immortal and that one of the only things that cause him pain was his own weapon.
    I thought for a second before I looked around to see if she had any more rounds in her room. I looked under the bed, only tubs of shoes, the closet, hats and cloths. I frowned and looked in the draws, anti-depressants, make up, mirror, nothing that I really need.
    I blinked once and left the room, if it shoot the needler in the head it would be dead and then there was one less monster to worry about. I took a deep breath as I rounded a corner looking I saw the monster as it crawled up the wall.
    My hand shook as I held the gun and took aim at the needler, I knew that with no gun experience I would more than likely miss and give off my position at the same time. The gun went off in my hand and I closed my eyes as I heard the sound of the bullet hitting the needlers leg. I cursed and was going to run when the sound of the needler gasp and die as something hit it and killed it.
    I turned to see a man standing in front of the needler with a steel pipe, ‘You okay?” he asked