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Shame
By : Amos
Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill
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Once they entered the kitchen, Lillith was pretty quick to get her pans out, and then she was just as quick getting her ingredients: potatoes, carrots, herbs, hamburger… Honestly, Joshua was pretty satisfied with his dinner choice.
Joshua started getting awkward when his mom moved around him to get her knives, and her apron, and whatever else, because she didn’t really talk to him. She was pretty much sucked into the idea of cooking.
“...Mom, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Joshua said, watching her as she started peeling potatoes. She didn’t hear him at first, but after a moment she looked up at him and nodded.
“Alright, dear.”
Joshua rolled his eyes with a little snort before turning from her and leaving the kitchen up to his room, because he seriously doubted she would remember him leaving.
Opening his bedroom door, he peeked inside.
“Alex?”
The door was pushed shut again and Joshua backed up so that it wouldn’t hit him. He could hear Alex’s voice from inside the room muttering something, but he couldn’t distinguish what. Then the door opened Joshua heard Alex sigh from inside.
“You can come in now.”
Slowly, Joshua started making his way in, peeking around the door to see what Alex was doing. He looked to be dressed in the new clothes Joshua had given him, a white shirt and some dark shorts, and his dirty clothes were on the floor. Bending over to grab them, Joshua paused when Alex blocked him with an arm. There was a bruise on his upper forearm, his veins showing through as red underneath the grey and purple. Joshua looked up at Alex and the man’s eyes looked… nervous? Awkward? It was something, but Joshua couldn’t tell.
“Don’t touch them, I’ll take care of them,” Alex said, and from his tone of voice, Joshua could tell it was shame. Probably from that night.
Standing back up, Joshua nodded and glanced off so that he wouldn’t hurt Alex anymore with staring.
“I have another sleeping bag, I’ll put it in the secret room and you can stay in there. ...I guess I’ll get it, then.” Joshua shut his bedroom door before turning to his bed so that he could get the rolled up sleeping bag from the floor beside it, and he started unrolling it so that he could dust it. As he started taking it back to the secret room, he glanced off to Alex to see the man watching him, but then his brown-grey eyes looked away.
“What questions do you have for me?” Alex asked when Joshua opened the secret bookcase, laying the sleeping bag down on the floor inside. Turning out of the little room and going back to his bed, Joshua grabbed one of his pillows, and he shrugged lightly, pressing his lips together.
He wanted to ask a lot of things, but he knew that Alex would only answer a few. Joshua chose to only ask the necessary things. Like, “How did you know about the secret room?” Asking it, Joshua looked back at Alex, who looked like he was already regretting things.
“Alright, a deal is a deal. I used to sleep in it,” Alex said, and it gave Joshua a pure shock.
“What? Wait, can you start from the beginning?”
“I’m not going to tell you everything, Joshua. If you ask the right questions, I’ll answer. That’s my deal.”
“...Okay. When?” Joshua took the pillow to the room, where he put it on top of the sleeping bag, and then he went to get an extra blanket from his closet.
“Maybe… from 1986 to 1994.”
Joshua immediately looked over to Alex, who was looking at the bookshelf beside the bedroom door.
“That’s… that’s eight years. How the hell did you stay in here for nine years? Wait- that’s the year I was born! How-”
“Joshua, lower your voice.”
“...Did my parents know?”
“After eight years I’d hope so. Yes, they did. They orchestrated it.” Alex looked over to Joshua, who was still staring at him in disbelief.
“But… why?”
“You told me you had information, so where is it?” Alex stepped away from the bookcase and Joshua narrowed his eyes at him in annoyance before going to take the blanket to the secret compartment. After doing that, he walked to his bedside table and picked up the note he had taken, of the symbol he had seen on the coins.
Taking it to Alex, the man met him halfway and they got a little too close on accident, but Joshua tried to ignore it. “This. I found some coins with this symbol in my parents’ room, dated to 1986.”
“What’s this “Joey’s house” note for?” Alex asked as he took the note to look over it himself.
“I found some sort of statue in there with a stand underneath it; with a coin slot that had the same symbol. Mayor Bartlett’s house.”
Alex was silent for a long moment before giving a single nod. “Oh.”
“...I also saw one in the town hall. Judge Holloway chased me out before I could see anything else.”
“She’s a bitch.”
Joshua laughed. He looked at Alex while laughing and shook his head, the older man cracking a smirk as he held a snicker.
“It’s true,” he said.
“I know, I know.” Joshua wiped an eye and looked at Alex again before shaking his head again. “Jeez, I’ve never heard anyone say that- everyone just talks about “respect your elders”.”
“Fuck the elders.” Alex looked at the note once more, clearing his throat of his humor. “Yeah, I know this symbol, though,” the man said after a small moment, and Joshua looked up at him.
“...If you lived here once, with my parents, then why does everyone hate you?”
“It’s about legacies, Josh. What your ancestors do before you leaves a mark for eternity.”
“Well, what did they do to you?” Joshua took the note when Alex held it out, his brown-grey eyes on the wall across from them, like he were pondering. He looked like he was going to say something, but he must have changed his mind, because he changed the subject.
“What else did you find?” he asked, looking at Joshua. Joshua reached into his pocket to pull out the ruined photograph, and he held it out.
“I found this. It didn’t have any writing on it, and I… sort of ruined it.”
“I can tell. What was it?”
“A photograph. I found it in my parents’ bedroom closet. It was a woman with a baby, but I had it in my pocket and Joey washed my clothes at his house, so it ruined it. Sorry.”
Alex gave a single shouldered shrug and held the photograph back out. “It’s alright. …How long are you planning on me staying?” He looked at Joshua, who bit his lip and started thinking, because he hadn’t thought about it.
“...Maybe a long time?”
“No.” Alex immediately shot down Joshua's hopeful eyes.
“Why?”
“Because- do you know how much trouble we’ll both be in? Do you want your parents in trouble?”
“Why would they get in trouble? Alex, what is there you aren’t telling me?”
Alex gave a low groan and turned, walking to the door so that he could grab his clothes, and he took them to Joshua’s small trash can that he had seen earlier, shoving them inside. He tossed his army coat into the secret room.
“You said that you’d help me, so you have to help me,” Joshua crossed his arms, watching as Alex dropped down to sit on the sleeping bag and blanket. The man tossed up his hands in annoyance.
“What do you want to know?”
“I want to know what you know, but because you’re stubborn, I need help finding my mom’s purse.”
“Why?”
“Because I think that she could be hiding something in it, something useful.” Joshua sat on his bed. “I just can’t find it, she keeps it hidden from me.”
“Wow, what a surprise.”
“You’re very sarcastic, I never knew that.”
Alex rolled his eyes and sighed before leaning back so that he could sit against the hidden room’s wall. “Try looking under her sewing station’s table. She used to hang it on a little hook underneath so that she’d remember it, ‘said that it always brushed her leg and reminded her.”
“...I really want to know how you know so much,” Joshua said and stood up from his bed. Alex gave him an honest shrug.
“I’m sorry.”
Joshua watched him for a moment before sighing. “You should close the door so they don’t see you,” he said and waited for Alex to shut the secret door before leaving the room so that he could go downstairs. He figured he should make sure that Lillith was still cooking, so that she wouldn’t catch him, and so that he could also check on the food, because Alex must be hungry.
Walking into the kitchen, Joshua could see his mom layering the pie with the potatoes, which meant that she was about to put it in the oven and then do whatever it is she does when waiting for dinner to finish.
“Hey Mom.” Joshua walked over, putting his arms on the kitchen counter in front of his mom, who looked up at him from her art in acknowledgment.
“Do you think we could also have a desert? Maybe… a pie, or something?” Anything to keep her in here longer.
“I don’t have- well, I could make apple pie...”
“Yes! Apple pie, great! My favorite,” Joshua grinned to his mother, who gave a soft smile.
“...Alright, apple pie. Would you mind cutting the apples for me?”
“...Sure,” Joshua went to get some apples, and he started cutting them once his mom gave him a knife. While he did that, she started making the dough.
“Honey, not that thick,” Lillith said and Joshua looked at his slices. Honestly, he was trying to do it quick so he could get out of there quicker.
“Sorry, I’m just really hungry. Maybe I shouldn’t help, I have pretty clumsy hands,” Joshua gave his mom a meek smile and she looked like she was going to say “It’s alright, you’re doing great”, until he popped an apple slice into his mouth, which made Lillith sigh and wave him off.
“Go on, leave the fruit alone.”
“Alright, looking forward to dinner.” Joshua smiled to her but she was already done with him, so she kept making her dough.
He left the kitchen so that he could go to the sewing room, and from there, he went to her sewing table. There was a white cloth draped over the table top, concealing what was underneath, so Joshua knelt beside the table and picked the cloth up on one side.
It was there, surprisingly; hanging from a hook. Joshua reached out to take the purse from its confinement, and he was even more surprised by how heavy it was. What did she keep inside? Something she shouldn’t? Something of a secret? Something… normal? What if she wasn’t really as bad as Joshua thought?
The purse had its dark netting over its body, so that he couldn’t see its natural appearance underneath. Pulling the snap inside open, Joshua opened it and peered inside.
There were some prescription pills that he didn’t know she had, some folded up paperwork that he wasn’t interested in put probably should have looked at, her wallet… it was normal things, besides the pills, which were full and reached a total of seven cases. There was nothing more than that.
There had to be something.
Joshua shut the purse and looked at the outside of it again. Running his thumb along the netting on what he assumed was the front of the purse, he could feel something hard in the middle, covered by the black. Guiltily, Joshua reached up on the sewing table for his mom’s sewing scissors, and he brought the large sheers back to him. Slipping a blade of the scissors into a piece of the black thread, he snipped it open.
Then he put the scissors down and started pulling the little hole gradually bigger, so that he could stick a finger inside. Hopefully Lillith wouldn’t notice.
He made a big enough hole to stick a slender finger through, and he started feeling around underneath the black. He could feel the natural leather of the purse, which was smooth and chilly, ultimately nice. Then he felt something else, though. It felt like something embedded into the leather, like some metal piece. It could have been something that came with the accessory, but something told Joshua it wasn’t. He just couldn’t look, though.
He touched a part of the metal and there was an audible click, a quiet one. Then he could feel something drop to the bottom of the purse, being caught in the net.
Tilting the purse upside down, Joshua tried working whatever had fallen to the little hole he had made, and when the thing fell against his knuckle, he slipped his finger over it and started slipping it out.
It was a key. If it was hidden in a contrapment in some black netting, it must be important somewhere. Looking at it, though, Joshua could see that it was very, very odd. It didn’t have teeth like a normal key, its were… unique. It also felt somewhat heavy in his grip for a key, and on the handle it had the same symbol as the coins and the coin slots. It also, though, had a number printed onto it, like a serial code: 206. Or a room.
Maybe it was some hotel room key of sorts?
Joshua put Lillith’s purse back on the hook, slipping the key into his pocket before leaving the room. He must have luck on his side, because his mom was still in the kitchen, he could hear her messing with some dishes.
Heading back upstairs, Joshua was on the way to his bedroom, but he changed coarse for his parents’ instead. He should probably get everything he needed, coins included.
Entering the master bedroom, he went to the closet with the same thing planned for if he got caught: he was going to the bathroom.
He opened the closet and dropped down to his knees, where he went to grab the box… that wasn’t there. The closet looked like it had been cleaned.
“You’re fucking...” Joshua got up and stood on his tiptoes, peering at the top of the closet where there was a shelf that had neat boxes and folded clothes. He just didn’t see that box.
“Goddammit.” He closed the doors and turned from the closet just as the bedroom doors opened, and it was Lillith. Joshua gave her a smile, walking away from the closet to the doors so that he could leave.
“Dinner almost ready?” He asked, hoping to will her away from asking anything about him. She looked like she was trying to figure out something, but she ultimately decided to just nod and give a tiny, kind smile.
“Almost, about fifteen minutes, maybe. ...Do you think your father will be home then?” She sounded like a sad child, and it made Joshua sort of awkward because he didn’t know what exactly to do when she got like that, but he just waved her off with an, “Of course, yeah- he wouldn’t miss pie, Mom; especially yours.”
It was enough to make her pass him with some sort of shy look on her face, and Joshua breathed through his nose before leaving the room, going to his own. He’d have to look for the coins some other time, preferably when Adam and Lillith were gone.
He closed his bedroom door after entering his room, where he went to open the bookcase. Alex was inside, but he looked terrified, and Joshua smiled meekly.
“...Sorry.”
“God, I thought you were Adam or something,” Alex said as he sat against the wall. He must have been laying down before Joshua came. “We really need to get some knock or some shit together,” the man added, reaching up to rub his eyes which, Joshua noted, looked dark underneath.
Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Joshua watched the man grimace as he rubbed his eyes. “Have you not been getting much sleep?” the teen asked when Alex dropped his hand to his lap, leaning back against the wall. His brown-grey eyes looked… worn.
“No,” Alex answered honestly. His demeanor from before seemed to be wearing off, like he was gradually being drained of his sarcasm and stubbornness. Joshua felt bad, but he pulled the key from his pocket and held it out.
“This is what I found in my mom’s purse. There was a box in their bedroom closet of coins, but it’s gone now,” the teen said as Alex took the key in a light grip. Looking down at it, his eyes looked even darker from before, and it made Joshua feel guilty. “Do you know what it’s for?” the teen brunette asked.
Pointing at the key, Alex glanced back up to Joshua. “See this number?”
Joshua nodded.
“It’s not a serial number. Keys get numbers depending on their cuts and stuff. They have more than three numbers, and this key obviously doesn’t have the cuts 206.”
“How do you know that?”
“Odd jobs growing up. I worked at a Locksmith’s. ...202 is my birthday, February 2^nd. For what it’s worth, anything you find that you shouldn’t from the year 1986 is either about me or my mother,” Alex said, staring at the key. Then he put it down on the floor between he and Joshua, and he lay back down on the sleeping bag. He didn’t seem interested in covering up yet, because he was laying on the blanket, too. To Joshua, he looked like he would pass out any second. Would he? Has he been forcing himself to stay awake?
“Why would I find things of you and your mom? Who is she?”
Alex watched Joshua for a moment, his face, before looking away. “...I’m not actually sure.”
“...” Joshua sighed and snatched up the key, standing up. He could feel Alex’s eyes on him as he turned from the secret room to his bed, where he started shoving the key underneath his mattress, with Alex’s diary. Then he snagged up the blanket from his bed and made his way back to Alex, where he put the blanket over him. Alex looked like he was going to protest, pulling an arm out of the blanket, but Joshua pointed at him and he paused.
“You’re going to rest, maybe even sleep, until dinner’s done. I’ll wake you up when it’s ready. ...You’ll know it’s me when I…” Joshua looked around, like he was thinking of what to do, and Alex tried to speak again but the teen cut him off quick. “When I knock twice, like this,” Joshua gave two slow knocks against the wall and Alex sighed
“How long do you think I’m staying here? Two nights is risky, and any more than that is death,” the man muttered under his breath.
“Well, what’s one night?”
“Stupid.”
“My mom said dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes, about. It’s been about ten now. You can get some rest in now, or you can eat first and then.”
“...There’s nothing like working on an empty stomach; I’ll save it for tomorrow morning, if I can,” Alex breathed.
“...How are you going to work tomorrow? How will you get out of here unspotted? And I’m not starving you or anything, Alex, I’m going to give you breakfast too,” Joshua scoffed. Alex looked at him like he didn’t want to believe him, but he had to because Joshua was an adamant brat.
Alex didn’t say anything, so Joshua motioned off. “I’m gonna go check on dinner, ‘kay? My dad isn’t here, it’s just my mom, if you haven’t caught on.”
Alex didn’t reply or nod, just closed his eyes. Joshua shut the bookcase again before leaving the room to go back downstairs.
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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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