Angela; Awakening [Complete]
Who: Angela [open] What: Awakening Where: Silent Hill Cemetery Rating: R [for implied things, just to be safe]
For Angela, life and death were not that vastly different, or opposed to each other. The fire itself didn't seem to hurt as she walked into it, so focused she was on what would find her on the other side, hoping that God would not punish her unjustly for such rash and selfish decisions; life was too painful to live, making the fire inconsequential as it consumed her physical body, leaving James behind in the real-world Silent Hill. Upon opening her eyes though, Angela awoke to a world eerily similar to the one she thought she had left behind--fog hung heavily on almost every square inch around her, obsuring her view, but she knew in her heart of hearts that she was back in Silent Hill somehow--she didn't need to see any more to know where she was, and despair fell upon her.
She was back in the graveyard where she had first found James, where he had come across her after she herself had just stumbled across Silent Hill. Was she imaging all of this? Was it all a hallucination? She knew she was sick, that she had "problems", but nothing before had been as real as what she was facing right now. Angela felt the wind whipping across her face, brushing against her alabaster cheeks, ruffling her charcoal black hair as she turned around in place, trying to see if there was anyone else around her, but no surprisingly enough, she was alone. She wasn't much surprised, if a little unnerved by the pervasive silence that enveloped her, except for the wind rustling the trees to her right, caressing the thin branches as it moved past the graveyard and deeper into Silent Hill, which was still obscured by a fog that no sun could burn away.
Clutching her hands into fists, Angela pushed her hands into the pockets of her jeans, burrowing herself into her light blue turtleneck sweater like a turtle trying to burrow itself into its own shell. She knew what she was about to do would do almost nothing, that at the moment she was completely alone, but it was instinct that drove to her to speak, to yell above the winds around here, hanging her hopes on the remote possibility that there might be someone else who was just as lost as she.