I wrote this based on events between games 1 and 3. I love Silent Hill and the relationship between Heather and her father Harry. I pretty much love all of Silent Hill and the universe. I would love to make a psychological story like that. Anyways, that's neither here nor there. For now, here's what I wrote.
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Harry stared blankly at the TV where some show--sports or something--was on commercial break. He was slumped in his old arm chair glancing anxiously at the door every few seconds. She should have been home by now. The show's announcer shouted words that held no meaning for him as a crowd cheered. He turned the power off and rushed over to the phone. He would start down the line. There was a list of numbers he would methodically call whenever she was late. First was the local police and then the hospital, followed by the mother of some friend. Last was the police station in Brahams. He had never had to call down to that number and prayed he never did because if he did, it would probably be too late.
"Hello, Ashfield Police," the voice on the other end answered, sounding bored, "how can I help you?"
"My daughter's missing. She was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago." Harry said urgently into the receiver.
"Sir, we can't file a missing person's case over just twenty minutes. How old is she?"
"My daughter's sixteen and--"
"Oh, a teenager," the police officer on the other end chuckled.
"You don't understand. Heather's not like this." Harry leaned against the wall.
"Sir, every parent doesn't want to think their child could be a wild party girl, but trust me, she's probably so busy hanging out that she let the time slip away. If you don't hear anything in another hour or so, then you can call us again."
"Hey wait!" Harry shouted as the officer hung up. He growled in frustration and began punching in the numbers for the hospital. The phone had started to ring when the door handle turned and in slinked his little girl.
"Hello, Ashfield general," another bored voice asked. Harry placed the receiver back on the cradle and glared at his daughter with narrowed eyes.
"Sorry Dad," she looked away, shifting under his glare uncomfortably. "I missed my bus because I dropped my bag and the wind decided that it would steal my essay." Heather laughed nervously.
Harry sighed. It wasn't her fault that he was so uptight. He reached forward and pulled her into his embrace. She breathed in deeply, hugging him back. "It's okay. I just worry about you."
"I know," Heather said as she turned towards her room. "Oh, the library had pizza for the children today and I stole a few slices, so you don't have to worry about making dinner tonight." With that, she entered her room and closed her door behind her.
Harry couldn't help but smile. She was always looking out for him as much as he did for her. It wasn't either of their faults that they were in the situation they were in even if in the begining he had blamed her. This child had come from the world of someone's nightmareish delusions brought to life and it was his job to keep her safe. He may have hated her in the begining for not being his little Cheryl, but now she had grown to be something even more and he loved her more every day. Her spirit shined through and she was a daughter any father would feel lucky to have, especially him, especially after what it took to get her.
Harry began whistling to himself as he pulled a microwave meal from the freezer.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
drabble of some sort 5/8/2010
I don't even know why I wrote this or the purpose or anything, but here it is.
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The stars were bright that night. I remember it well. Unlike here, the city lights were covered and provided merely an ambiant glow to guide the way rather than a blazing flash of white that drowned out the sky. I wanted to mention that to her, but it seemed redundant. She had grown up here in this city rather than the bustling metropolis I'd come from. The whole city was gorgeous and it was filled with music and fetivities rather than speeding cars and police sirens. How could she want to leave all of this? I hadn't even been here two days and I'd already fallen in love. With more than the miasta setting.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" I turned to her. Her eyes were on an accordian player, pulling and pushing his instrument. Polka music streamed from its bellows to the amusement of the gathered crowd. In front of him, a cup full of gold coins glinted in the street light. A few of the people had started to dance and the rest clapped along to the beat.
"Yes." She said simply. She turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry."
"But it's so peaceful here. Where I come from, I'd give anything for this." I leaned on the railing of the balcony we were standing on. It overlooked the square and offered the perfect view of everything. I almost wished I was just one of the normal civilians dancing without a care in the world rather than what I was. What we were.
"This has been my home for so long. I think I'm ready to leave." She walked over and stood beside me, leaning on the railing as well.
"It's a big risk. What if we don't come back to Krakow?"
She went to say something and then paused. I looked beside me and she was gone. I only worried for a second before I felt reassuring arms encircle me. "You took a big risk coming here." I closed my eyes and breathed in. The scent of her, cinnamin with a hint of apple, filled me. I felt tears come to my eyes. I turned in her arms so I was facing her and hugged her back. "It's going to be fine."
"Yeah," I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. "I just...What if people won't let us be? What if something goes wrong? This whole thing, what if --" She put a finger to my lips.
"You worry too much." And then to make sure I wouldn't continue with the what-if's, she brought her lips to mine.
There would be lots of worries and trials on the way. I knew this beyond a doubt. For right now, though, we had this moment to hold and it would be there to carry us along whatever we would face along the way.
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The stars were bright that night. I remember it well. Unlike here, the city lights were covered and provided merely an ambiant glow to guide the way rather than a blazing flash of white that drowned out the sky. I wanted to mention that to her, but it seemed redundant. She had grown up here in this city rather than the bustling metropolis I'd come from. The whole city was gorgeous and it was filled with music and fetivities rather than speeding cars and police sirens. How could she want to leave all of this? I hadn't even been here two days and I'd already fallen in love. With more than the miasta setting.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" I turned to her. Her eyes were on an accordian player, pulling and pushing his instrument. Polka music streamed from its bellows to the amusement of the gathered crowd. In front of him, a cup full of gold coins glinted in the street light. A few of the people had started to dance and the rest clapped along to the beat.
"Yes." She said simply. She turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry."
"But it's so peaceful here. Where I come from, I'd give anything for this." I leaned on the railing of the balcony we were standing on. It overlooked the square and offered the perfect view of everything. I almost wished I was just one of the normal civilians dancing without a care in the world rather than what I was. What we were.
"This has been my home for so long. I think I'm ready to leave." She walked over and stood beside me, leaning on the railing as well.
"It's a big risk. What if we don't come back to Krakow?"
She went to say something and then paused. I looked beside me and she was gone. I only worried for a second before I felt reassuring arms encircle me. "You took a big risk coming here." I closed my eyes and breathed in. The scent of her, cinnamin with a hint of apple, filled me. I felt tears come to my eyes. I turned in her arms so I was facing her and hugged her back. "It's going to be fine."
"Yeah," I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. "I just...What if people won't let us be? What if something goes wrong? This whole thing, what if --" She put a finger to my lips.
"You worry too much." And then to make sure I wouldn't continue with the what-if's, she brought her lips to mine.
There would be lots of worries and trials on the way. I knew this beyond a doubt. For right now, though, we had this moment to hold and it would be there to carry us along whatever we would face along the way.
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