The monster inside of me (Silent Hill) (Pyramid Head Guy X OC) ON HOLD

A Helping Hand

Raven's POV

I feel so weak, I feel vulnerable. I can't do anything in order to make everything right. For all my life, I wanted to have a normal joyfull life. But I guess it will never happen for I am stuck in this hell hole. Who even created this place anyways? Why couldn't it have been destroyed completely by the fire burning under my feet. Why did it have to be existent? Why o've all people did it have to be me having all of these weird messages encrypted in my dreams?

Why did I have to exist? If I wasn't here, everything would have been better if I never existed. Dayle would have never had a traumatizing. Maybe everything would have been better if I was never here. I am an abomination, a monster who crawled out of hell, bringing chaos in the human world and his world has well.

But this is no time to hate myself, someone here, who saved me countless times, needs help. And I am the only one who can save him, I am his only helping hand.

I start ripping the bottom of my shirt, bandaging for the mean time his wound until I find a first aid kit full of medical supplies.

Does this place even have an aid kit?

I lift his upper body part, both hands lifting him from his shoulders. Putting him in a sitting on his knees position, his heavy head hanging low, probably unconscious for I still feel his heartbeat pumping under my hands. Letting me know that he is doing in all his power to hang on to life. I pass his right arm around my shoulders again, dragging him carefully and as gently as I can. But his heavy weight brings me complications in doing so.

I lay his back on his bed first, almost dumped him on it roughly because of his weight weighting me downwards. I lift his legs, putting them on the bed. Laying on the bed completely, breathing heavily. Sweat flowing out from his body, all the pain coming from his open wound is bringing him into so much suffering. It is so hard not to cry in seeing him like this, this is all my fault. If I hadn't dropped my knife when I got my deep wound on my shoulder. This would had never happened.

My shoulder stopped bleeding, but, just like my stomach, one hit there and it will reopen. But him, one single movement, and it will bleed even more than now.

After 15 minutes, his wound still won't stop bleeding, it might have decreased by 5%, but if this rate keeps up, he will die of blood lost. And there won't be any way to revive him.

A tear escapes from my emotions, falling on his scarred chest. I hold on my emotions, not shedding any more tears from now on. Tears won't save him, they are meaningless around this place. For it only shows a sign of weakness.

I put my right hand on his chest, bringing my face to his head, kissing the cold metal of his head cage. Right where his cheek should be, one day, I wish to see what you look like under that mask of yours. Know everything about you, know the real you.

I take my hand off his cooling skin, leaving a red imprint of my hand on his chest.

I smile down at him, hoping that he somehow knows that he will be fine, that I will do whatever I can to let him survive, and not let Death have his hands on him.

I check one last time for a heartbeat, sensing that he is still alive. I walk away from him, my knife in hands. Whatever happens, if I die trying to save him, I won't forgive myself if it does happen.

I walk towards the exit. Before closing the doors behind me, I look both sides of the hallway. No monsters in view, I sigh in relief. I can feel cold air hitting my exposed stomach, sending me chills. I rub my arms, trying to warm them up from the sudden change of temperature. I know Death is near, maybe closer than I anticipated, but I won't let him have him. He will live, and I will make sure of it with my life.