Born from a wish. Who: Maria and open What: Awakening Where: On the corner of Nathan Ave and Carroll Street Status: Unfinished Rating: PG (though subject to change)
It had all happened again. Like a déjà-vu, leaving just a vapour of memory with a bitter aftertaste.
Maria had woken up where she’d woken up before; Heaven’s Night more of a home to her than any other place. Nobody had been around, not that she had expected anything else, the familiar rooms empty and leaving little more clues than they had last time.
So she had done what she’d done the last time, left the building, putting herself out onto the street. The only difference? Maria was unarmed. The old revolver she had carried the last time probably still lay discarded behind that wall with the childlike drawings, for someone else to find. Or maybe to rot.
Maria didn’t care, either way. It was better for her if she had it not on her; after all she hadn’t gotten rid of it for no reason. It was simple, really, although it left her helpless, even with her unarmed she had found the monsters to be less dangerous than a weapon in her own hand, a weapon she could easily put to her own temple and end this nightmare once and for all – or maybe not, seeing how fate hadn’t even allowed her the quiet afterlife church promise. The blonde sighed.
It was the loneliness that got to her the most, the fog that seemed to cloud her mind and swallow her whole being a constant reminder of her being trapped, her finding no way out, her being on her own.
Maria had never been one to be alone. She could take care of herself if she needed so, but that wasn’t what she was meant to do; all her notions were stirred towards being sociable, entertaining in many ways and, if she admitted that much, to finding the one true blue love of her life, someone to protect her, someone to take care of her.
Still that person was nowhere to be found, her past unclear as if the fog had taken that from her already, leaving nothing but the present time and an uncertain -- impossible? -- future. Maybe it was better this way, because that way, there was no turning back, for there was nothing to turn back to.
That was how the blonde found herself standing in the middle of the streets of Silent Hill, surrounded by nothing grey as far as the eye could see. Standing there, alone. All alone.
Again.
A shudder ran down her back, and Maria instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her arms for warmth. The kind of warmth her thin cotton jacket could not provide, the warmth she knew even her own arms could not provide, for the cold was not in the street, not in the air, not in the fog surrounding her. But still she did it, nevertheless, for there was no one else around to give her the comfort she needed.
Unclouded blue eyes turned to the sky that promised no answers, and, upon squeezing her eyes shut for a short moment and shaking her head, Maria took one unsteady step forward. And another one, steadier already.
She had to keep going, she couldn’t stay out alone in the street for the monsters to find. As long as there was no one looking for her, she had to find someone, not wait to be found.