Chapter 6 - newspapers

I took a seat at the desk the chair was soft and the sun beams that was hitting it gave the chair a slight warmth I just wanted to lay my head down on the desk and close my eyes . I used my arms as pillows and I set my head down closed my eyes and dreamt of the good old days …

My mother was baking an apple pie for dessert , I don’t know how she did it with two children running about letting their curiosities drive them , I pestered her about having it now she pulled away from what she was doing for a moment and gave a cheerful smile “its not done yet sweetie” she said in her soft soothing voice .I would pout and walk outside and play , I was the tomboy my sister was the normal one, I liked to catch bugs and many other creepy things but most of all I loved shoving them in my little sisters face to hear her squeal in fear ,my mother would come over and in a gentle voice would say to me “ now now don’t be torment your sister, you know she hates those things” I remember the holidays of fun and family warmth ,and how the sun seemed to be always happy and the night calm and soothing
I remember ……. The blood flying through the air the bones shattering and flesh ripping ,the blare of a trucks horn ,and walking alone in the cold graveyard crows cackling mocking my guilt mocking me they are… ALL MOCKING ME!



I woke up at that moment the room was cold and dusty and smelled of rotten wood ,was it my desire for warmth that transformed this room ?…..it doesn’t matter I got up ,my neck and back sore from sleeping in an awkward position so I stretched to help relieve the stiff feeling .

even though I slept for what seems days I felt drained , drained of will and of strength, I wanted to stay in that warm place but I knew I had to carry on and walk the lonely streets of this town , on my way out I looked at the news papers on the ground ,I had this feeling that I should read them ,I bent down and picked a few of them up the first papers in the stack was all dirty and yellow with a muddy shoe print on it

MAN MURDERS WIFE AND COMMITS SUICIDE

In the sleepy town of silent hill A S Sunderland a resident of the town kill his wife M r y S
By smothering her with a pillow at the Al mil hospital ,then wheeled her dead body to his car and drove into Toluca lake
Dr. u f man admitted to knowing ames was mentally unstable after his wife was diagnosed with a terminal disease
“ people get depressed when they find out that their loved one is going to die ,I didn’t expect this would happen “
The rest of the newspaper was to faded to read so I tossed it on the ground and read the next one


DEADLY HOUSE FIRE

The family was fast asleep morn when a deadly fire broke out and ,sadly there was no survivors
Police suspect the fire was deliberately started but have no clue on why or who did it

I couldn’t make out and more so I tossed it and read the last on in the stack




ANOTHER BODY FOUND

In the quite town of silent hill a body was discovered at the church , the ribs broken open and fanned out the killer placed the body on the large wooden cross hanging in the center of the church and left the distinctive serpent symbol painted in the victims blood
The rest was again unreadable except for the title of a small column on the right

MAN CHARGED WITH ANIMAL CRUELTY ATFER SHOOTING DOG

I was about to plop the newspaper on the floor when I heard a window break then a mournful meow ,those things…they found me ….I bolted out the door and stumbled down the stairs smashing my elbow into the second step ,instantly the pain hit me but I gritted my teeth and got up and ran ,I got pretty far away from that thing but my legs refused to obey ,they kept running and I found it hard to breath my throat was tight and dry ,my mind full of dread ……My legs gave out ,my body fell flat on the street ,something soft and warm cushioned my fall ,I laid there despite hearing the howling of the beasts ,my hands as numb as they were ,felt warm fabric as they fumbled around ,my elbow started throbbing again …..or it always was and I failed to notice in till now ,the sounds were getting closer. ,my will was gone there’s no hope anyway …………perhaps ..death is the answer ..perhaps ….. I felt something warm and wet gush between my fingers ..It felt heavenly ,my other hand moved to the warmth and for a few moments they played with the warm goop and then it hit me, I slowly opened and eye and then my other one and to my horror the soft warm thing I landed reveled itself to be a woman’s corpse and my hands were playing with the remains of her bashed and mashed up skull .

I leapt up and staggered back ,my head spinning ……my stomach started to get a twisted feeling then my mouth felt hot and salty
I couldn’t hold it ,I vomited up milky foam that burnt my throat and my mouth ,makes sense seeing how I haven’t had a meal since god knows when . When I felt half way decent , I looked at the corpse ,there wasn’t a reason for that’d happily staggered off but..

“SURVIVE,YOU MUST HAVE THE WILL” I spied written in yellow paint beside the woman’s body ,then I thought to myself” Well she obviously didn’t have it “ and I felt a chuckle slip from my lips .


Continuing with my staggering walk through town ,I happened upon a small mart ,I was cautious when first entering the place but after hearing nothing from my radio ,I felt it safe, for now .I was freely picking through the shelves and refrigerators ,snatching up what food and drink that sounded good .
I plopped myself at the cashiers’ seat and then gorged myself on a bag of chips and satisfied my thirst with an energy drink of some sort…grape flavored whatever it was .

“To everything thing turn ,turn turn, there is a season turn turn turn , And a time to every purpose under heaven “ My radio sang ,it was cut short on the lyrics “a time to kill a time to heal “ and went on to a different a song singing about Signs ,I paid little attention to it instead I focused on getting the soup lid open ,I searched for a good ten minutes before sitting back down ,I picked up the can of soup and tossed it back on the counter” That’ll be five bucks please “ I said playfully to myself .

I happened to look at the cash register, the sale was still on it, and it read twenty dollars and eight cents.

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