Author's Note:Hi!Well, I'm in such mood to write my favourite angst...(evil smile) I wonder, why there is such a little number of angsty fics in Silent Hill section? So I've decided to create a series of angsty oneshots about our well-known SH characters. Their thoughts, feelings, impressions, desires... confessions, if you want. They are quite simple but I just feel I needed to write them.

Every oneshot is dedicated to the one SH game and its main character and is written from his/her POV. The first one is dedicated to Harry and SH1. There are two next fics dedicated to James and Heather. I'm planning to update soon and include Henry and Alex's oneshots - SH4 and Homecoming accordingly.

Well...wish me good luck and don't forget about reviewing! :DDD Reviews are my bread, water and air.

Game: Silent Hill

Character: Harry Mason

Sometimes I feel lost.

If you ask me why, I won't be able to answer. I'm empty inside. I'm a bad writer with all bad stories, and it is a mystery for me, why people buy and read my books. I'm a widower, and I know I will never be happy again with any woman after my beloved wife has passed away. I'm just one more Harry Mason among hundreds or, perhaps, thousands of other Harry Masons in the world. And I feel that I'm the most unlucky Harry Mason you could ever imagine.

Oh damn, no. In addition to all this, I'm a liar. I'm lucky, very lucky Harry Mason. I'm a father for my Cheryl. My beautiful, tender, little Cheryl. She's not my biological daughter, but I could never love my own child as I love her. And I will bring her up. I will protect her. I'll do everything to make my precious girl happy.

Well...yes, I feel lost. But something tells me, that things aren't so bad...at least, until I have Cheryl.

Now she is sitting next to me. Sleeping, actually. I'm smiling, looking at that drawing album she is pinning to herself like the most important thing in her little world. I want to believe that it's the important thing to her, because it's my present for her birthday. Try to guess, what is that quite scary image on the cover, which ve-e-e-ery remotely resembles a human? Oh yeah, it's me. Of course, I'm kidding. I'm really sure that picture is a little masterpiece.
And I'm really proud that it was me who Cheryl decided to draw first. Especially I like these enormous glasses, which are supposed to be mine...

I'm smiling again.

The night is so dark, or is it just my tired brain forces to think that it's so dark? We've gone since the morning, and I need to rest. I hope it will be possible when we come to Silent Hill.

Silent Hill. I wonder, why Cheryl asked me to go there...To the place when she was found by my wife and me. To the place when she, I believe, was born.

No, I shouldn't think about that. Cheryl is my beloved daughter, and it doesn't matter, what past she has.

The colors are changing. Strange. Everything is grey, diffuse. And I don't remember when the night was so dark. I need to sleep...

Damn, what is that shadow on the road...

A...a girl?..What is she doing...here...

Cheryl!..

This nightmare seems to be endless. I have trapped to him of not by my own volition. It's Alessa's will...

What do you want from me and my daughter, Alessa? Let us go. Let me find Cheryl and leave this town forever. I will never disturb you, I will never even think of you. You'll be able to do whatever you want to do. Just let us go.

I want to find Cybil as soon as I can. Somehow, the thought that she is alive and safe, and I can see her at least one more time, calms me down.

You're a fool, Harry. It's impossible to be in safe here. There is a monster on every corner, on your every step. The worst thing is you can't see him in darkness. Only a radio and a flashlight save me from my sudden, certainly loathsome death. Yes, from now the radio is my most important find in this bloody, mad and dark place.

The darkness retreats. It's light again, but it's not a day, no. There is no border between a day and a night in Silent Hill. And a day doesn't bring facilitation. I can't relax; I must keep on searching for my Cheryl.

And I will find her. I don't care what plans you have about us, Alessa. I will find my daughter.