Epilogue-1 day earlier
Sarah pulled into the driveway of the Bangor Heights Apartment Complex (B-hac as she called it), thankful the elevator in the lobby actually *worked.* It had been a lousy day, that was for sure. She pushed her way through the twin double-doors, and vehemently assaulted the "up" button. She impatiently tapped her foot, shivering slightly as she waited. Why in the hell did they keep the lobby so effing cold? Here she was, in a frilly white blouse and black (rather short) skirt that the diner made all of the waitresses wear. Not to mention the heels--waitressing in heels was a real killer. She sighed, and was about to just take the damned stairs, when a ding announced the arrival of the elevator. She brushed past the man that came out of it, not giving him a second glance, and pressed the '4' button. Seconds later, the doors swung open and she was on her way to apartment 308. FINALLY. Home. Fiddling with the keys, she opened the door and threw her purse onto the small couch, letting out a very audible, very long sigh. Slamming and locking her door, she fell backwards into the loveseat, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet up on the coffee table. Ugh. She needed to take a bath. A long, hot bath. Maybe with bubbles. She stood to her feet, made her way down the short hall into the bathroom, and flipped on the light. She saw her own palid reflection in the mirror, pale blue eyes staring emptily back at her.
Every time she looked in the mirror, Sarah hated herself. She saw her step-parents, the whip in her mother's hands as she lashed her across the back for spilling a glass of milk. She saw her demonic father as he slipped into her bedroom at night, malevolent smile upon his face and knife in hand, informing her it was "play time." Oh how horrible those nightly visits where. Lash and cut marks criss-crossed her chest. Even her thighs hadn't escaped. And there were the burns. Cigarettes, lighters, the stove-top--it didn't matter to them. As long as she was miserable. Always Sarah had asked the question why me? Why me?? One day she left. Up and left, abandoning the sister who helped her keep her sanity. It was solely because of Leslie that she made it with her mind intact. It was only because of Leslie she hadn't killed herself. And when she ran away, she never even told her sister where she was going. Ten years later, and she'd never even tried to make contact. Sighing bitterly, she reached to the first button on her blouse, when the phone's ring struck her like a bullet. Blinking, she turned towards the bathroom door. Who was calling? Her boss? Ugh, if she had to pull another double-shift she would so kick his ass. She made her way back into the living room, pulled the phone from the receiver and pressed the 'talk' button.
"Sarah," She answered. All she heard on the other end was heavy breathing at first. "Hello?" She tried again. After another moment, she heard the answer that would change her life forever.
"Sarah...is it really you? Oh God, Sarah, you have to help me! PLEASE! I'm in trouble, and I need your help. You abandoned me all those years ago, but you're the only one I have to turn to now, you have GOT to help--"
"LESLIE? Is that really you?? Leslie, listen, I--"
"No, *you* listen Sarah--I need you know, more than ever! You have to get to Silent Hill, You have to come. I need you, Sarah; please. Silent Hill, I really nee--A sharp scream cut through the phone like a knife--and then the line went dead.
"Leslie? LESLIE??" Sarah screamed into the phone. There was no answer of course. She'd hung up. Eyes filling with tears, Sarah checked the caller ID with the intention of calling her sister back. Now that was odd...there was no record anyone had even called. How was that even possible? It didn't matter, she had to leave and she had to leave NOW. A quick change of clothes and she was out the door, car keys in hand. Leslie was in trouble, and she was not going to abandon her sister a second time.
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Sarah drove her little powder blue Volkswagon across the lonely stretch of highway in the mountain pass leading to the desolate town of Silent Hill. The rain was pounding so hard and so thick, even the windshield whipers couldn't keep up with the large droplets of water that splashed across the glass. Even with her headlights on full blast, visibility was much to low for her comfort. Shit, Sarah thought to herself. I'm going to kill myself just getting to the damned town. Her lips were a thin line, her brow furrowed in a tight glare. She was worried. Worried and determined. She had to get to Silent Hill, and she had to get there now! Guardrail on the right, stone wall on the left; this was getting to be a dangerous drive with the slick conditions and nasty breeze starting to pick up. She was glad she'd changed into a sweater. She'd holed up in an inn just a hundred miles from here for the night; then drove the rest of the way that morning. Even though it wasn't night, you couldn't tell from the thick storm clouds stretching across the sky. Every once in a while a slice of lightning cracked over the landscape.
And then she saw it. A pale green sign rising through the fog and the mist and the rain. It was made of wood, paint flaking off in places. It looked ancient. Welcome to Silent Hill. What an eerie sign Sarah thought bitterly. She began to slow down a bit, and it's a good thing for her too--because in the next flash of lightning, she saw a pale face staring at her with midnight black eyes, black hair and scars across her bleeding face. Tears of blood ran down her white cheeks, while more blood spilled from a gaping slash across her neck from ear to ear. Sarah screamed, threw the steering wheel to the left in panic, and the front end of the vehicle slammed into the rocks. Though her seatbelt was on, her head slammed into the steering wheel, and all went black.
When Sarah came to, the car was dead, a thin strand of smoke rising from the crumpled hood. She rubbed her forhead and pulled away a hand covered in blood. Did I see what I thought I saw? Sarah wondered. Managing to get out of her seatbelt, she pushed open her car door and stepped into the mist and the rain. She was drenched in seconds. God, I need to get a towtruck and I need to find Leslie, she thought. She turned towards the sign welcoming her to Silent Hill.
"Yeah. Welcome." She mumbled under her breath as she began the lonely trek into the Town That Takes All.