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Shame
By : Amos
Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill
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Joshua was nauseated and didn't eat any pizza. Joey was upset over it, but he didn't force it on his friend to eat.
They watched some horror movies on Joey's Netflix until the day was out, when it was eight o’clock p.m. They had stayed cooped in Joey's bedroom like every other time, and Joey dug in his dresser for some night clothes for Joshua.
“What do you want? Silk? Shorts? Boxers? A speedo?” He joked, but Joshua wasn't in the mood for it and just focused on getting out of his clothes, dropping them on the floor beside his bag.
“I don't care,” Joshua said, standing beside Joey and his bag in his boxers. Joey gave a careless shrug and held out some shorts and a T-shirt to Joshua.
“Alright, here.”
Joshua took the clothes and started pulling them on, Joey watching him. He was thin, with a girl's waist. His flesh was naturally pale, and his body hair was thin and light, almost blonde.
“How big is your dick?” Joey asked and Joshua scoffed, pulling on the shorts.
“I am not measuring myself with you again.”
“Why not? Does that mean you're still smaller than me?”
“I don't care if I am, I'm ready for bed.” Joshua walked to Joey's bed and lay on it after dressing, and Joey rolled his eyes before shutting off the bedroom light and running to hop onto the bed.
l.l
Joshua woke up late. He knew because Joey wasn't in the bed with him.
Rolling on the mattress, Joshua turned from the wall and looked at the rest of the room, where he could see Joey folding clothes and putting them away.
“What time is it?” Joshua asked after a moment and Joey looked over.
“Almost noon.”
Joshua groaned and started getting up from bed.
“Would you get that spare toothbrush?” he asked, heading to the bathroom. Joey shrugged and put down a shirt he was folding to leave and get it.
Once inside the bathroom, Joshua went to the toilet. He pulled himself out of his pants and started peeing, his body feeling heavy and sore like he had slept wrong.
When he was done, he tucked himself back into his boxers and shorts and went to the sink, where he started washing his face. Joey came in when he was done, with a toothbrush, and Joshua took it to start brushing his teeth.
“I'll get your clothes,” Joey said and left the bathroom to get them. Joshua kept brushing his teeth, keeping his gaze from the mirror.
What exactly had he seen last night? Was that really...real? Alex wouldn't let something like that happen- he was funny, and dark, and serious...he wouldn't let that happen.
He spat in the sink and washed out his mouth before drying off with a rag.
Joey came back with Joshua's clothes folded and held them out.
Joshua stripped and changed, and when he pulled on his shirt, he could smell fresh soap.
“Did you wash my clothes?” he asked.
“Yeah, I always do. Why?”
Joshua just shook his head and shrugged. “Just asking.”
He put his hands in his pants pockets and then he felt it. The photograph he had put in his pocket- he had forgotten about it.
He quickly pulled it out but it was ruined. The picture was warped, ruined with mixed colors and white blotches.
“Whoa dude, what's that?”
“It was an old photograph- damn!” Joshua dropped his head back and groaned heavily.
Joey stepped over to look at the photo.
“Huh. Why'd you even have it in the first place?”
“Because I wanted to! Argh!”
“Alright, well I'll see you later. I gotta go with my dad to the Atrium,” Joey said and looked into the mirror, where he smiled to himself to look at his white teeth. Joshua sighed and nodded.
“Alright, see you later.” He left Joey's clothes on the sink and left the bathroom, crumpling the picture in his hold.
“Can't fucking believe this,” he muttered to himself as he shoved the photograph into his bag before zipping it shut and putting it on. Then he pulled his shoes on and looked back to the bathroom.
Joey was leaning against the bathroom's door frame, watching Joshua while running a hand through his hair to fix it up. He smiled and waved and Joshua did the same before leaving, leaving the mansion.
He wanted to go through the cemetery and check on Alex, but he didn't think he could bring himself to. So he walked right on home. He spared the cemetery a glance, but he didn't go inside.
When he got home though, just after stepping in the front door, he could hear his parents.
“Said he can't come today,” Adam said, from inside Lillith's sewing room.
“Do you think he's hurt?” Lillith asked. “Or maybe he's sick?”
“No, he must be out doing something. I'm sure he's alright.”
Joshua stepped forward to listen better, but he stepped on a creak and froze, stilling himself.
After a long moment, Adam asked if Joshua was home, so he gave up the act.
“Yeah, I'm home. Joey went to the Atrium,” Joshua replied as his parents came out of the room. They looked to be in their casual attire, which meant that they probably weren’t going anywhere today.
“It's good he goes out and does things,” Adam said and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Lillith glanced to her husband at his words, but she didn't do or say anything. Joshua just watched his dad.
“There's nowhere here to work. There's nothing here to do. You only have a job because you're an adult- Joey only goes to the atrium because he's rich.” Joshua turned from his parents to the stairs, and he went up to his room, where he shut the door before sitting on his bed.
Everything was so confusing now. Now what was he supposed to do?
Elle. He could ask Elle, or maybe Scarlet Fitch for help since they seemed the only sane ones anymore.
Grabbing a piece of paper, Joshua redrew the symbol that he had seen on the coin. Then he wrote a note beside it of “Joey's house”, so that he would remember the statue he had seen.
And then he just plopped back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling.
Everything is a load of bullshit.
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Alex came back a day later.
Joshua couldn't bring himself to talk to him, or to sneak off to him, and his parents were home anyway, so he didn't try. Instead, he took to watching Alex through his bedroom window.
Watching Alex, Joshua could see him sit on the ground near the fence, and he dropped his head down before putting a hand on his forehead. He looked upset. ...What were the circumstances behind what Joshua had seen before?
The teen stepped away from the window, where he went to his bed and sat upon it.
Then he stood up and left his room, left the house through the front door, where he started walking to the town hall.
Elle Holloway had been helping her mother there, and Joshua was getting suffocated at home, so he didn't mind the walk. It wasn't a long walk anyway unless you made it, and Joshua stayed on coarse so that he could get there quicker.
Then he went inside, when he reached it on Craven Avenue. Town Hall was empty like always, and he pressed forward so that he could enter the double doors to the main room, where he could already see Judge Holloway sorting through some papers. She seemed to hear Joshua come inside, because as soon as he stepped fully into the room, Judge Holloway flipped the papers over, placing them down onto the table in front of her; so that Joshua couldn’t look at them. Then she raised her gaze from the papers to Joshua, where she smiled her cat smile with the secret eyes.
“Ah, Joshua; what are you doing here?” she asked, turning her attention fully to him, dropping her hands down so that she could smooth out her skirt of any wrinkles, which weren’t there.
Joshua used to look up to her, because with his dad being the sheriff and her the judge, it gave him a lot of time around the court and Holloways. Now, growing up, though, she made him just a bit nervous. Like when your mom stares at you when you try sneaking something that’s not bad, but it makes you feel like it is. She made him feel guilty.
“I’m looking for Elle,” Joshua said, keeping his composure and walking further into the room so that he could lean against a pillar in the wall. Judge Holloway kept watching him with that pondering smile before she took a breath and reached a hand up, rubbing her neck.
“Well, she’s not here. She’s been spending some time at the… jail, with Deputy Wheeler. He needed help, and she loves to help; you know this.”
It wasn’t a lie that Elle got around town, with her good heart and all, but that just meant that if Joshua wanted to see her, he had to see Wheeler, and Wheeler would probably tell Adam that he had been hanging around.
“What’s with the wondering, Joshua? Do you need something?” Margaret asked, Joshua looking back to her from the floor that he had been staring at while thinking. The teenager blinked and shook his head quick.
“Uh, no, I was just wanting to talk to her. Not too many people here to talk to anymore, you know?”
“Well, isn’t Elle too old for you to be talking to anyway? She’s just had her twenty sixth birthday, why don’t you try hanging out with people your age?” Margaret stepped away from the stand with her papers, her shoes clacking against the floor as she made her way passed Joshua, to the door on the side that led to one of the two hallways. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, and then she glanced back at Joshua, a signal that told for him to follow her, and he exhaled through his nose and did, because he knew that she was wanting them to talk in her office.
Down the short hallway, it was all silent and dull, the only noise being Judge Holloway’s shoes. The town was so dull that Joshua didn’t know if it was ever lively. Seriously, what is a town supposed to be like? Is the town hall supposed to always be empty?
“Come inside and take a seat Joshua,” Margaret said, leading the teen into her office, where she turned off to her desk, sitting in her chair and crossing her legs under the desk. Joshua felt like a kid going to the principle’s and he walked inside, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. Then the blonde woman put her elbows on the wooden top so that she could rest her chin on her hands, and then her eyes went to Joshua’s in a sense that made him feel like she was willing him to talk to her, if it were possible. If life wasn’t real, she would have to be a witch with coercion powers.
“What’s bothering you, Joshua?”
“Nothing, really. I just-”
“I’ve known you since birth, I know something’s wrong,” Margaret laughed, and Joshua rolled his gaze to the floor.
“…Maybe I’m just tired of this town.”
“What’s there to get tired of? It’s a very safe community.”
“It’s safe because nothing changes, everything is the same. No one moves in, we don’t have festivals, there’s no real school here-”
“If things changed, how would we protect ourselves? It’s good that we’re like this, it means that there is no room for corruption.”
“Change is always good, isn’t that what those famous poets say?”
“Alright, how about another famous quote. Ignorance is bliss, Joshua. What is it you’re trying to do?”
Joshua crossed his arms and slouched some in his seat. “That guy Alex, what’s he doing here? How come he has no place to stay when there’s an escaped convict on the loose? What if he gets hurt? Isn’t it your duty to ensure that everyone is safe?”
“That is up to Mayor Bartlett to decide, Joshua. And your father. I only decide if things are right or wrong. Is this… wrong?” Margaret sat back in her seat, laying her arms on her desk so that she could properly look at Joshua. She reminded him of what a mother usually is: stern. Nothing like his own mother. It also pissed him off.
“Mayor Bartlett is a drunk, Judge Holloway. And my dad doesn’t give a damn.”
“Now, why would you think that? You have a very imaginative eye for a… sixteen year old?”
“Seventeen.”
“My point entirely.”
Joshua puffed out an angry breath and glanced to the side. In the corner of his eye, he could see Judge Holloway look down at her wrist, and then she said something about the time.
“I’m not entirely supposed to tell you, but since you’re out and about now, I guess I will. Most of the town is going out to help look for the convict in a bit, and it would be safer for you to stay indoors. I think it’s time you start heading home,” she spoke, watching Joshua stand up when he did. Then he left the room and she followed, back into the big area with the double doors. Something told him to look around, so he did glance around the room, and that’s when he saw, on the box surface under Judge Holloway’s papers, there was what looked like the same coin slot from before, at Mayor Bartlett’s house. How many more were there? What were they for?
“Thanks for all that, Judge Holloway,” Joshua said so that he could her her off of his back, once he reached the double doors. She paused behind him and gave her smile before motioning softly with a hand.
“It’s alright, just be careful. And don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Her face kept its smile, but her words sounded odd, like she was trying to make them sound nice, which they weren’t. Joshua just opened the doors and left, so that he could get away from her and her domain.
Walking home, nothing happened. It was the same as always; nothing happened. Not until he got home.
Adam was already getting inside of his car, looking like he had just gotten ready in his work suit, and Lillith was standing on the front porch like she was going to wave a handkerchief.
Adam saw Joshua before he closed his car door, and he pointed off to the house. “Go inside and stay there!” he called, and Joshua rolled his eyes and stepped passed the car so that he could enter the house. Lillith met him half way so that she could put her hand on his shoulder and lead him inside, and Joshua let her because she was a mess.
Once they were inside, Lillith grabbed Joshua by both his shoulders and looked at him.
“You stay inside, okay? You can go to your room- or you can help me cook! Here, help me make dinner.” She gave a small, hopeful smile, but Joshua cringed at just the idea and shook his head.
“No, I’ll uh, go to my room. I’ve got some things I want to do,” he said, reaching up to gently remove her hands, to which she looked utterly betrayed but didn’t say anything. She didn’t move, either, so Joshua turned and made his awkward way from the front door to the stairs, where he went up and to his room.
Jeez, what was so wrong with today? So awkward. Joshua walked to his bedroom window and peered out, to see if Alex was still out. He was, but he was up and moving, to the back door of the house.
Joshua turned from the window and bolted out of his room, skipping steps down the staircase until he was on the first floor, and then he ran to the basement and through the back door, up those steps until he was outside. Through it all, his mother wasn’t seen, so she had either already beat Joshua to Alex, or she was doing whatever it is she does.
Once Joshua was outside, though, he turned so that he could run to the back door and get Alex, but he was in so much of a hurry that he didn’t see Alex kneeling for his coat just before the back porch, and the teenager crashed into the man, sending them both tumbling on the ground.
There was the feeling of an arm around him, and Joshua was jerked back on a body, on his stomach. Looking down, he was laying on top of Alex, one of the man’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him against him. That wasn’t what had Joshua stunned, it was Alex’s brown-gray eyes looking up into his own dark ones. It was something that made Joshua’s heart rap against his chest in unfamiliar beats, but then Alex turned his head to the side, his gaze landing on something, so Joshua looked after.
There was a pretty good sized rock there, and if Joshua calculated it right, it was right where his head would have landed. Blinking away his arousal and awkwardness, Joshua slowly clambered off of Alex, who let him go. Then the man sat up and, after a small moment of dusting grass and things from his hair, looked at Joshua with an expression that started off as confusion before turning into irritation.
“God, what do you want now? You’re going to get me in trouble,” Alex grumbled, pushing up to stand from the ground, snatching his coat. Joshua stood up too, so that he would be too looked down on, because he had something he wanted to say, and he wanted Alex to listen to him.
“There’s a convict out, and it’s not safe for people to be out right now. They’re doing a manhunt for him, and I think that you should be indoors,” Joshua said, crossing his arms over his chest. Alex watched Joshua through narrowed eyes, his army coat hanging from his grip to the ground.
“What do you care about me? I could be the convict, or whatever you’re saying.”
“I know you’re not, because you just aren’t, and before! Before, you said that if I got enough information, you would help and stuff, right? Well, I’ve got some stuff that I want you to hear.”
“So tell me now, then.”
“No, what if my mom sees? Come into the basement.”
“No.”
“Yeah, come on. I… I have a place you can hide, but just come to the basement.”
“Joshua, I’m not-”
“You swore to me, and here I am with everything. Hurry up before anything happens.”
Alex watched Joshua for a long moment before pointing off towards the basement. “Go on and wait for me, I have to get my pay.”
Joshua’s stern face broke a small smile, and he turned from the man so that he could go to the basement and wait. Once he was in the basement, he headed off to the washer and dryer to see what clothes had been done, and he pulled out a big T-shirt that was probably Adam’s, and a pair of shorts. Then he folded them and put them in his arms, and he leaned against the washer to wait. It was about a good ten minutes before Alex came, and he didn’t look too excited about it or anything.
Walking up to Joshua, Alex had his coat on and a small envelope in his hand. Looking at his face closer, Joshua could see that there was a sore red spot on his forehead just above his left eyebrow. What else was he hiding?
Joshua cleared his throat. “There’s a secret spot in my room, my parents don’t look in it or anything.”
“I know. Make sure Lillith doesn’t see me or anything while I go up,” Alex said and Joshua furrowed his eyebrows.
“How do you...”
“Well, go on; keep her busy.” Alex rose his free hand to wave Joshua off, and the teen brunette handed him the clothes before turning to leave the basement, glancing back at him. How did he know?
“Mom!” Joshua called once he was out of the basement, looking around for her. She wasn’t anywhere in view, so he went off to check the kitchen and her sewing room, and she thank god, was in the book room just right of the front door. She was sitting in her rocking chair, looking out the windows with her hands in her lap, humming so lightly that Joshua almost couldn’t hear her. She was probably worried for Adam, but it wasn’t like he was going to war or anything, he was just looking for someone.
“Mom,” Joshua called out softly, so that he could get her attention. She looked over at him, her expression unchanging from its emptiness.
“Yes?”
“Um… Can we start dinner? Maybe some like, Shepherd’s Pie?”
Something of what Joshua said made her eyes brighten up, and she started standing up from her chair. “Why, of course, come on, Joshua.”
She made her way to him, and he offered her a smile to help with the mood, and then he started walking with her to the kitchen. Maybe she was glad to be occupying herself, she and Adam never really liked sitting around. Lillith was always cooking, sewing, or reading. That, or just watching out the window. For whatever reasons.
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Shame	By : Amos Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 1056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Konami owns Silent Hill and the characters, I make no money.

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