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[April 5] [Silent Hill 2] Whispers
Title: Whispers
Day/Theme: April 5/Whispers
Series: Silent Hill 2
Character/Pairing: James Sunderland
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 354
Note: Set at the end of the game; major spoilers.
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Author's Note: The lines in italics are from the game script of the hallway scene where you have the option to listen to the voices.
Whispers
Death is a long tunnel with a light at the end, or is it? And this place is leading me to death or to you or to both because you're dead and I killed you. I came looking for you but I knew where you were, I knew but I couldn't say and all the hope and searching in the world doesn't make you alive or make me anything but what I am, a killer who had just as well be dead.
I don't want any damn flowers.
Flowers are for the dead, really, aren't they? I was trying, I thought I was trying; I wanted you to be happy. But did I already want you dead as soon as I knew you were ill? You were useless now, now that you didn't lie underneath me at night being what I needed you to be? I couldn't really think that but then why did I throw you away like a broken doll; like a dream that ended?
I look like a monster.
You didn't want me to sleep with you, not anymore, and I was glad because you were so thin and pale and like a ghost or a nightmare. I let it burn me up inside, that I needed it, but I didn't want to touch you. And in the end I'm the one, the monster, because you're dead and I... don't make me say it again. I couldn't have done it but then I did. Don't make me think it; don't be my monster.
It'd be easier if they'd just kill me.
You wanted to die; you wanted to die; you wanted to... But I didn't have to kill you. And you struggled, and I held you down, and... I should have cut my hands off before I did a thing like that but it's far too late now for anything but knowing and wishing and dying. Don't make me see it anymore, see you pushing me away while I stole your breath.
Tell me I'm not going to die.
And I came to this town, to this place, just to say, just to see, that you're going to die, Mary, you're always going to die and so am I.
Day/Theme: April 5/Whispers
Series: Silent Hill 2
Character/Pairing: James Sunderland
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 354
Note: Set at the end of the game; major spoilers.
Cross-posted to
rosehiptea and sh_het.Author's Note: The lines in italics are from the game script of the hallway scene where you have the option to listen to the voices.
Whispers
Death is a long tunnel with a light at the end, or is it? And this place is leading me to death or to you or to both because you're dead and I killed you. I came looking for you but I knew where you were, I knew but I couldn't say and all the hope and searching in the world doesn't make you alive or make me anything but what I am, a killer who had just as well be dead.
I don't want any damn flowers.
Flowers are for the dead, really, aren't they? I was trying, I thought I was trying; I wanted you to be happy. But did I already want you dead as soon as I knew you were ill? You were useless now, now that you didn't lie underneath me at night being what I needed you to be? I couldn't really think that but then why did I throw you away like a broken doll; like a dream that ended?
I look like a monster.
You didn't want me to sleep with you, not anymore, and I was glad because you were so thin and pale and like a ghost or a nightmare. I let it burn me up inside, that I needed it, but I didn't want to touch you. And in the end I'm the one, the monster, because you're dead and I... don't make me say it again. I couldn't have done it but then I did. Don't make me think it; don't be my monster.
It'd be easier if they'd just kill me.
You wanted to die; you wanted to die; you wanted to... But I didn't have to kill you. And you struggled, and I held you down, and... I should have cut my hands off before I did a thing like that but it's far too late now for anything but knowing and wishing and dying. Don't make me see it anymore, see you pushing me away while I stole your breath.
Tell me I'm not going to die.
And I came to this town, to this place, just to say, just to see, that you're going to die, Mary, you're always going to die and so am I.