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[September 23] [Silent Hill 3] Reality
Title: Reality
Day/Theme: September 23/the ultimate reality
Series: Silent Hill 3
Character/Pairing: Heather
Rating: PG
Word Count: 188
She remembered…
An altar with a glowing red sigil, and people surrounding her, chanting. Next to her a woman held her hand. “You are a holy child of the god, Alessa,” the woman said, gripping her hand so tightly it hurt. And Alessa Gillespie responded, “Yes, mother.”
She remembered…
A beautiful woman holding her and rocking her gently. “My sweet baby Cheryl,” the woman said. And Cheryl Mason laughed and cuddled herself against her mother’s body.
She remembered…
Police cars surrounding the house as her father stood over the body of a strange man. Her father tried to block her view. “This is my daughter, Heather,” he was saying. “Her mother is dead.” And Heather Morris nodded and waited for her father to come and hold her.
She remembered… standing over her own father’s body years later and crying.
Finally she awoke from her dream memories, hearing Douglas snore in the next room. She walked to the desk and got out of piece of paper. “My name is Cheryl Mason,” she wrote in huge block letters for the hundredth time.
That would do for now, for a reality.
Day/Theme: September 23/the ultimate reality
Series: Silent Hill 3
Character/Pairing: Heather
Rating: PG
Word Count: 188
She remembered…
An altar with a glowing red sigil, and people surrounding her, chanting. Next to her a woman held her hand. “You are a holy child of the god, Alessa,” the woman said, gripping her hand so tightly it hurt. And Alessa Gillespie responded, “Yes, mother.”
She remembered…
A beautiful woman holding her and rocking her gently. “My sweet baby Cheryl,” the woman said. And Cheryl Mason laughed and cuddled herself against her mother’s body.
She remembered…
Police cars surrounding the house as her father stood over the body of a strange man. Her father tried to block her view. “This is my daughter, Heather,” he was saying. “Her mother is dead.” And Heather Morris nodded and waited for her father to come and hold her.
She remembered… standing over her own father’s body years later and crying.
Finally she awoke from her dream memories, hearing Douglas snore in the next room. She walked to the desk and got out of piece of paper. “My name is Cheryl Mason,” she wrote in huge block letters for the hundredth time.
That would do for now, for a reality.