Thread: Silent Hill, Overture.

Samantha had been a less than perfect daughter. But, to be fair, she had less than perfect parents to learn from. She couldn't remember how long she'd been walking... It felt like it had been days, even though Samantha knew that it had only been hours... A single day at most. She was tired, worn out, and emotionally drained. Blonde locks were tied behind her head, although there were several sprigs loose, framing her face tastefully. Brown eyes looked ahead of her, although the color was intense and deep enough that they appeared to be red. She was relatively fair skinned and as attractive as she was determined. Things hadn't been simple for her. Her father was handsy, abusive. And her mother was just as awful, always waiting for the next high. Samantha couldn't begin to tell anyone how many times her mother had ignored her for a pill, for some morphine. This being said, Samantha decided to delve into the seedier parts of life. Drugs, gangs, fighting. Quite easily, the quiet child had become the problem child. But, could anyone argue about whether or not she had reason to be such? The night she'd left, she'd been in a particularly bad fight with her father... she could still hear his words echoing in her head... You're way more trouble than you're worth... You've always been useless, you're always going to be useless... I wish you'd died during child birth. You're not even easy on the eyes anymore. Who could ever love you? Oh, he does? The way we did? The words felt as if they were burned into her subconscious, threatening to swallow her whole. She hadn't said anything to him, although she'd had a mind full of ideas. But instead, she'd left. Decided that she would walk, Hell, run somewhere, anywhere else. She was going to start over, start again. Her thoughts were cut short as a car breezed passed her, nearly causing her to stumble and fall over. She narrowed her eyes at the retreating car, willing it to blow it up with her mind. Fucking jerks... She mumbled, looking up at the nearest sign. Silent Hill, 2 miles.... She murmured, quietly, and obviously to no one. Shivering softly, she closed the jacket around herself. Well... seems like a good place to start... or at least to sleep... It was at this time that a car stopped next to her, rolling the window down. A man was sitting there, damningly handsome, white streaks littered through black, shaggy hair. He had haunting blue eyes and a snake-charmer's smile. Hi. Going to Silent Hill? He questioned, motioning towards the sign. Samantha turned around and looked up at the sign before turning back towards him. Um, yeah, actually... Are you headed there? She questioned. No, just driving through... but I can take you the rest of the way. Been here once or twice. There's a really nice motel not far in... about sixty two bucks a night... His smile widened and he motioned for her to get in the car with a soft tilt of his head. C'mon. I'll take you right there, you look tired. Uh... okay then. She'd been unsure about it originally, but what harm could it really do? None that she hadn't handled in the past, that was for certain. Strange, how things worked in the now eighteen-year-old's mind. She climbed into the car and looked ahead of her. The guy was quiet... although he looked about her age, maybe a year or two older... However, she couldn't help but feel that he knew something she didn't. So... were you born here or something? She questioned. His grin only widened, those haunting orbs remaining on the road. Something like that... He responded. Samantha's eyebrows furrowed again. That was an odd way to answer that question. Odd enough to keep her quiet for the rest of the ride. It wasn't long before they stopped and he put the car into park. Here we are.... He said, turning his head towards her. Hope you like it here. Yeah, thanks. I'm sure I will... anywhere's better than home... She responded before climbing out of the car and closing the door behind her. Oh, yeah. Thanks again. She said, but when she turned around, he was gone. Weird... She stepped into the lobby before waiting to be taken care off, looking around impatiently. She ran the bell once, and then twice before sighing heavily. What is it? The round man barked in her direction, causing her to jump. Damn, old man... She grumbled, putting her hand over her chest. I need a room for a night. She said, reaching into her pocket, pulling out seventy dollars. The round gentleman looked down at it. I ain't got change. He responded. That's fine, just give me a key. She responded, taking the key from him and turned to find her room. Before a long, she swung open the door and closed it behind her, looking over the room. Looked swell enough. Immediately, she crawled into bed and fell asleep.