Bless the Child

Disclaimer: I have just discovered that when you are bored, struggling with story ideas, you end up playing your old games, which in this case, happened to be Silent Hill 4. (Also Silent Hill 3 and Origins). I have come up with an idea that seemed interesting enough to make into a fanfiction. I have fancied Walter Sullivan's character and could never get a good fanfiction going with him. Until I caught on to his terrible back story. I felt so bad for him, being treated like a dog. This is for Walter, man! (P.S. I don't own any Silent Hill characters made my the original artists). The last song here is "Room of Angel" by Akira Yamaoka.

"When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, There's just something about you that pisses me off."

— Stephen King (Storm of the Century: An Original Screenplay)

"Go then, there are other worlds than these."

— Stephen King (The Gunslinger)

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"She was younger than me back then... She looked so happy holding her mother's hand..."

-Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill 4)

Epilogue

Two Years Later ...

Room 302 was empty now.

There were no signs of blood, ghosts or anything disturbing. It looked like a normal, ordinary apartment.

It was as if the events that Joseph Schreiber had dealt with never even happened. Outside the sun was shining brightly through the clear, pristine windows and children were happily playing games in the parking lot. Richard was sitting on the back porch of his apartment, staring irritatedly out at the children before he gathered a newspaper up in his hands and sulked his way back inside. He stepped out into the hallway where Henry Townshend walked by, carrying bags of groceries.

"Hey, you seen that little brat who kicked my tires?" he snapped.

Henry laughed sheepishly and shook his head. "N - No."

Richard shrugged his shoulders. "Well hell, you're no fun." he murmured, somewhat amused and irritated at the same time.

He walked off and Eileen Galvin stepped up with a chuckle, arms folded across her chest. "Give him time, Richard will warm up to you." She looked up at Henry. "Move into room 302 huh? Right beside my apartment."

Henry smiled uneasily and nodded. Associating was never one of his strong suits. "Yeah."

"Well careful," Eileen joked, turning to go, "I hear the last guy disappeared from that room."

Henry watched her go, a warm blush coloring his cheeks. She was a pretty woman, he couldn't deny that. Maybe if he had the nerve to really ask, he could tell her to go on a date with him or something. Maybe just a movie.

Henry entered his apartment and placed the groceries onto the counter. After a moment, he paused and heard a small whispering sound, like some one calling his name. But he wasn't sure if he was just hearing things.

Out in the hallway, Richard was leaning against the doorway of his apartment before he looked over and noticed a little boy standing on the very end of the hallway. He watched Richard with an empty, rather cold look before disappearing around the corner. Richard frowned suspiciously before he walked back into his apartment and closed the door behind him. Outside, he could see the little boy walking around, seemingly alone.

"Hmph, stupid brat ... " Richard growled.

And finally, the boy looked straight at him ...

... and smiled.

You lie, silent there before me.

Your tears, they mean nothing to me,

The wind howling at the window,

the love you never gave,

I give to you,

Really don't deserve it,

but now, there's nothing you can do.

So sleep, in your only memory

and weep, my dearest mother...

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

[Goodbye]

It was always you that I despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry, [oh no]

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

[Goodbye],

[Goodbye],

[Goodbye],

[Goodbye].

So insignificant, sleeping dormant deep inside of me,

are you hiding away, lost, under the sewers,

maybe flying high, in the clouds?

perhaps you're happy without me...

So many seeds have been sown in the field,

And who could sprout up so blessedly,

If I had died I would never felt sad at all,

I would have never felt sad at all,

You will not hear me say 'I'm sorry'

where is the light, wonder if it's weeping somewhere?

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

Goodbye

It was always you i despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no,

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

Goodbye,

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

Goodbye

It was always you I despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no,

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

Goodbye

It was always you that I despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no,

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

Goodbye.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

Goodbye

It was always you that I despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no,

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye.

THE END