Angela - Awakening Who: Angela and [OPEN] Where: The streets near Alchemilla Hospital When: Now What: The Girl's Back in Town Warning: PG for now?
The young girl leaned heavily against the wall and draped her arms around her, staring out over the obsolete street. Nothing was to be seen except for the ever present fog that seemed to seep into her very bones and chill her more than a night locked up in a freezer could ever hope to do. In the distance she almost thought she heard something, the sound of something moving about, but whatever it was, she had no idea, nor was she eager to find out. What she wanted to find out, however, was the reason for her being alive.
As it was, she held no real wish to be alive, nor had she ever wished for her afterlife to take her back to this place; Silent Hill. She knew she was here and that the town, somehow, had been waiting for her, and something in the gut of her stomach told her that things had gone from bad to worse in a matter of mere seconds, or so it felt. Before she had almost held a faint hope of escaping, as soon as she found her mother and made up with her, but the feeling she got now was that this was definite. This was something she couldn't escape from. She wasn't sure why her instincts told her that, but she had learned to trust her instincts, she had done so in the past, and had almost always been right. She had done that when she had huddled up in her room, naked, bruised and afraid, with the Man hovering above her, him also naked, leering at her undeveloped body and hurting her.
Her instincts back then, when she had been too young to understand what he had been doing to her had told her that he had been wrong, that what he was doing was hurting her and he shouldn't be doing that. She had trusted her instincts when she was older and she had held the knife and stabbed him again and again and again and blood had spewed everywhere and her mother's screams had echoed in her ears. Her instincts then had told her that she was doing the right thing, that even though it was a bad thing and she was a bad girl, she was doing something she should be doing, something that was meant to be because he deserved it and he was a bad man; he was her father but he was a bad man and he deserved whatever end he got, even though it made her a bad girl.
And she trusted her instincts now. They told her that she was screwed, hell was forever and she was part of it, stuck in it, and the fires closed in on her even though she couldn't see them.