Until Dawn Remake: "Between Life And Death"

Chapter 1

I sat in Dr. Hill's office, watching him scribble in his therapist's journal. After a moment, he glanced up, his voice carefully measured. "Mr. Washington," he began, "these... hallucinations you've been having about last year's events—"

"They're not hallucinations!" I snapped, jumping up from the chair and moving to the window. "I know what happened."

Dr. Hill held up a drawing I'd done of the thing that caused last year's attack. "You're still convinced it's this... creature," he said, his scepticism thinly veiled.

I took a deep breath, turning to face him. "Why am I even here, Doc?" I asked, meeting his eyes. "You don't believe me. My friends don't believe me. Even my family has stopped giving me the time of day." I sighed heavily. "It's pointless now."

Dr. Hill gave me an empathetic look. "Sit down, Y/N," he said gently, gesturing to the chair.

Reluctantly, I sat down. He leaned forward on his desk, his eyes searching mine. "You seem to hold a lot of anger toward your friends. Is it justified?"

I clenched my teeth, the frustration simmering beneath the surface. "They played a cruel joke on Hannah. That's why she ran off. None of this would've happened if they hadn't..." My fingers absentmindedly rubbed the leather of my gloves, a grounding sensation against my skin.

Dr. Hill tilted his head slightly. "Still wearing the gloves, I see."

I glanced down at them, the familiar weight of guilt creeping back in. "I can't look at my bare hands," I muttered. "Every time I do, all I see is my own blood... and Beth slipping from my grasp."

Dr. Hill twiddled his thumbs, leaning back slightly as he listened intently. I sighed and continued, my voice heavy with grief. "Dr. Hill, I'm not crazy. I wish I was. But I just... I miss my sisters so much."

"You're not to blame for their disappearances," he said softly, trying to reassure me. "You've been through a lot. Your memories might have become distorted. It's possible it was just an animal, and your mind created this... creature." He motioned toward the drawing on his desk.

I rubbed my face, exhaustion and sorrow weighing me down. "Maybe you're right," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as I met his gaze, my eyes brimming with tears.

Dr. Hill gently pushed a box of tissues across the desk. I grabbed one and dabbed at my eyes, trying to compose myself. "How about you go home and focus on your artwork?" he suggested, knowing how much drawing meant to me. "It might help clear your mind."

I nodded, appreciating the gesture. "That might be best," I replied softly, standing up from the chair. "Till next time, Dr. Hill."

With a respectful nod, I turned and quietly left his office, the weight of our conversation following me as I made my way back home.

(I want to say I will be doing Y/N own bits with Dr. Hill because I won't lie. I like Peter Stormare and his performance in this game was phenomenal. So this is something I want to do to showcase Y/N grip on reality being shaky)

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Back in my apartment, I immediately noticed the blinking light on my answering machine. It felt strange, seeing as I had cut off most contact after everything that happened last year. No smartphone, no constant notifications—just me, living as low-tech as possible. I pressed the play button, the machine's robotic voice filling the room.

"You have one voicemail message."

Josh's voice crackled through the speaker, a familiar sound, though it stirred complicated feelings. "Hey bro, it's Josh. I'm hosting a party at the lodge... it's been one year since Hannah and Beth. I know they'd want us to party like we used to and honor them." He hesitated before continuing, "I need my brother to be there."