A good idea of how I look like (without my glasses at least)
November 10th[]
...so far, I've actually ran into two guys through my journey in Silent Hill. Surprisingly sane ones... Ed and Riley. I wasn't sure of trusting them, but I suppose I can give them a chance. After all, I've been betrayed one too many times, and I'm not gonna let the next traitor live...
I'm looking out on Toluca Lake right now and I'm wondering... where are you Alex? You said you'd be here... but so far, all I've found of you was your cross necklace...
I have to find my way to Alchemilla Hospital. On his letter, he said I'd find a part of our past waiting there... but what does he mean by that...?
Since my arrival here in Silent Hill, I haven't been able to understand why this place isn't popular. Sure, The Otherworld creeps in at the most unacceptable tiems, but hey, it's great to have some adrendaline-pumping "fun" once and a while... meaning killing monsters and running for dear life.
...so far, I've actually ran into two guys through my journey in Silent Hill. Surprisingly sane ones... Ed and Riley. I wasn't sure of trusting them, but I suppose I can give them a chance. After all, I've been betrayed one too many times, and I'm not gonna let the next traitor live...
I'm looking out on Toluca Lake right now and I'm wondering... where are you Alex? You said you'd be here... but so far, all I've found of you was your cross necklace...
I have to find my way to Alchemilla Hospital. On his letter, he said I'd find a part of our past waiting there... but what does he mean by that...?
I'm inside the walls of Alchemilla Hospital, inside the room where my younger brother died... D341. He was killed in a house fire many years ago, and for some reason, I can't entirely remember how or why it happened...
Then again, why would Alex lead me here? Is he trying to tell me something...?
sigh* As much as I love puzzles and mysteries, I'm getting a headache by the mere thought of my past, which I can't even put together...
...once again, still plan to wander this lonley town...
Godamn it... *stares at wound* ...that mo0nster keeps stalking me and hunting me down....
...I'll bandage it later... anyways, I've found another clue to my past... a golden Marines dog tag with the words "Forever and Always; no matter what" scratched into the back...
What the hell is that supposed to represent? Nevertheless, I'll keep searching...
...alright... *shuts door* Just survived a horde of Ferals, with part of my leg bitten off...
I took refuge in this eerie historical society building... I'm hearing these weird noises, but they're very faint...
...kinda like a boat siren...
Anyways, it's weird though, but every time I hold the golden dog tag, I feel... safe... as if someone is here with me and protecting me... but at the same time... it makes me want to cry... I don't know why, but I have this slight feeling of... what was it...? ...Guilt?
Why?
... well ... one thing's for sure.
I'm getting this feeling that I'm not alone here... Rosalina Townshend 22:05, November 16, 2011 (UTC)
...so here I am, again, wandering the streets... The Otherworld has shifted over, and honestly - with the shit I'm going through, this whole bloody/rusty cliche is gettin old real fast...
I've run into another clue, it's strange actually - a tiny bowling pin with "i wuv yuu very much" etched into the back .-.
...what the hell does a tiny bowling pin have to due with my past???
But everytime I look at it, for some reason... I feel annoyed... and... guilty...
Why am I always feeling guilty? Did... did I do something wrong?
God, I almost lost my journal in that storm... and this golden dog tag... why is it cracking...?
Anyhow, I didn't write in this for days because I was unconscious.
Yes, passed out, because...
...because I had fought this horrid and grotesque creature... that looked like my father... 'he' tried to squeeze the breath out of me and chew my face off, and with immense effort and a long period of time, I finally killed him. When I did, I felt great hatred and rage.... it felt so good to kill my 'father'... he was never really in my life anyway- always lying to me... always making empty promises... it's nice to know the iron pipe through his eye was MY doing... *soft sinister smile*...
...but this... the stuff that's falling from the sky... it isnt snow... its... ash...
If it's ash, then why is it so cold...?
Anyhow, I found this note while taking refuge in this hotel... it said:
Darling... why don't you come back...? I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do that to you I was just... I just wasn't thinking... I wasn't myself... please come back... I love you...
...I couldn't read the signature, but something tells me I should hang on to it... I don't know why, but...
... I lost consciousness yesterday ... I found a game token in this abandoned movie theatre that was stuck into this Guitar Hero Arcade Game ... something bekoned me to get it, so when I took it, I has this rapid succession of these... flashbacks... and I just passed out...
Anyways, when I woke up, my wrist was hurting, and when I looked at it... the numbers "12125110" were carved into my skin...
looks at numbers again* I don't know what the hell its supposed to mean- or who the fuck did this- but one thing's for certain...
Whoever's putting me through this shit is gonna get MORE than a taste of revenge...
These past few days, I've been thinking about these events and this carving in my wrist...
"12125110" ... it's a date... December 25th of 2010 ...
...but why christmas...? What happened that year...?
Nevertheless, when I finally figured out it was a date, my golden dog tag cracked even more! I have no idea why it did that, but somethig tells me this dog tag and Christmas of 2010 are somehow connected...
But with what...? And- dare I ask- who...?
December 12, 2011[]
As the nights get colder, and the ash statrs to stain my face, I sit here... here in this Otherwordly Alchemilla Hospital... I sit here in realization...
The dog tag... the note... the coin... *looks at wrist*... the date...
... Joshua ... Joshua Rocha ...
My husband ... now I know why I've been plagued by these nightmares ...
