The Nightmare

☬ Before & After ☨

We can't stay here. We know that. But why? Why can't we? Is it because of the trauma, are we bound to this place for some unknown reason. When will we finally be able to have some peace. All we've ever wanted was peace and to live a life without fear. But mankind seem's to have this notion to completely fuck everything up. Why is that? Why is mankind so hell bent on making the world worsen than it already is? It's mind boggling. . . maybe I'll never know. But for now all I've gotta do is keep my head up high and keep fighting this never ending war.

     But why do we all dream about Silent Hill? It's as if we never left. All of us keep seeing this everywhere we go. We've been discharged as agent's due to 'Psychological' circumstances. It's understandable why they would do such a thing, but having us do nothing has done nothing but nearly kill us. Chris and Jill nearly killed each other. Cybil almost jumped off the roof. Ada nearly tried to electrocute herself in the shower. And I. . . I almost shot myself in the head. We can't escape these hillucination's and illusion's. We can't sleep or rest without having nightmare's. We traveled to Silent Hill to see if we could find out why or just maybe get some closure, but it actually made it worse. The illusion's intensified. We thought we were being ambushed by the monster's, but we weren't actually fighting anything. There was nothing there. So after month's of this, we finally needed to be medicated. 

     We couldn't get ourselves to actually take them, we were too scared. Chris and Jill got into a huge fight about it and again nearly killed each other. If it wasn't for Cybil or Ada, Jill would of killed Chris in his sleep. She was the first to take the medicine, after a few hour's she said she 'didn't see anything anymore'. It took a little more time for each of us to actually take the medicine. Month's actually. It was forced down Chris' throat after he thought Cybil was a Tyrant and tried to slit her throat. Cybil was next after she thought a Mothbat chased her onto the roof and tried to 'fly off' with her. 

      Ada kept saying she saw Claire, Leon, Alice, Rain and Harry. That they were going after her, she saw them everywhere. Getting closer to her. She rarely ever slept, and when she did it was for mere minutes before she woke up screaming that they were trying to kill her. Everyone tried to force her down to take the medicine, but she wouldn't stay still. So she had to be put in an Asylum. As much as it pained them, they did it. 

      I on the other hand just kept to myself. I would draw picture's of everything I remembered from Silent Hill. The first time Chris walked in my room and he saw what I drew, he was in shock. I could tell he was remembering everything from the past. Seeing his reaction gave me a certain thrill and got my heart pumping fast. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I wanted to see that face again and again. He left my room fast and I kept drawing faster. When Cybil and Jill walked in they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Jill started twitching and she came at me, she beat me senseless. Cybil then joined in after she snapped too. If Chris wouldn't of came back, they would of beat me to death. He immediately sent me to the Asylum where Ada was being held at. Florida State Hospital. It wasn't until then did my nightmare's start acting up. 

      Well it wasn't so much a nightmare, only because I'd experienced this a lot. Everything would change, the wall's would peel, the floor would change to vein's, everything rusted. It wasn't too much of a surprise, but it did have it scare's. Like seeing my father, Lisa and Sherry. I would just see them smiling at me, waving me over to them. But each time I took a step toward's them something else behind them would take a step closer. I couldn't actually see anything, but I felt it. And each time I would nearly make it to my family, that thing would slaughter them in front of my eye's each time. There blood's covering the wall's, limbs in every direction. And when I would try to find out who it was, I couldn't. It wasn't until I stopped taking my pill's did I find out that thing was actually. . . .me.