It makes sense that it should hurt in this way [Active/Semi-open]

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Characters: Heather Cheryl Mason, anyone who wants to attempt to get her out of the box.
Content: Heather finally stops denying the fact her dad's gone.
Location: St. Patrick's Cathedral
Time of day: afternoonish
Warnings: No one can angst quite like a Silent Hill protagonist.

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[revedepapillon]

It was a lie for Maria to say she hadn't been struggling. Two of their men, disappeared without a reason or trace. To begin with, it was hell enough trying to keep up with the rate at which the building was falling apart. Neither could she deny that it was practically a symbol for the mental state of the tennants. No matter how much Maria searched desperately for meaning, or how much the joke of a family needed looking after, she was reaching what felt impossible.

She perched on the end of a shattered, splintered pew, her fingers running along the ancient wax of a candle. It had once been in the altar, coveted, with dozens of others identical to it, by an ornate holder.
After she'd sat with the breaking down Odd when James first vanished, she'd taken this candle from its resting spot.
He'd always lit the candles, always this one first. Always the last to be extinguished.Rolling the wax back and forth in her hands delicately, she lifted her head in response to the muffled noises she began to hear. Had she been pulled so far into her

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Having been so focused on her own misery and either willing herself out of existence or praying for her memories to shift, that her father had somehow remembered his time here and had evaded Claudia's monster after she'd imbued him with the knowledge of his death, she didn't notice the presence of another on the opposite side of the wall, at first. It was peculiar, since she was typically disturbingly in tune to those around her, especially the ones who were tied to the town that took everything from her.

Inhaling against the jacket again she pulled back a little, and finally realized she wasn't quite alone. Blinking furiously and rubbing at her eyes she looked over towards the wall, breathing jagged as tears continued to trickle down her face.

"...Maria?" She guessed, her voice quavering. She wasn't completely sure, but it felt more right to her than Odd or Lilia. To think there had once been so many of them in this place, and now there were only four left.

[revedepapillon]

"Y- yeah, it's me..." answered Maria.
She was weak. She felt it in her own voice, the doubt pressuring to the point where she could feel the cracks in her spirit leaking into her motions and words. Hesitantly, she rested her head against the intricate lattice window separating the two of them.

It wasn't fair to let hea CHERYL sit here in pain. be fair now little whore, you don't let people call you MARY
The route of lone sorrow was one Maria had become too used to. Who or what would she be, to let someone else become swallowed by it?
But you're not Mary, who ever asked you to take care of them?

She swallowed hesitantly, searching for words abrasively inside her. Everyone needed someone to look to... it had to be someone. Maria wasn't sure who else to trust with the people she lived with.
"Tough day." she tried lamely. She wasn't sure how the girl would react, but at least it let her know Maria was there. Ready to listen.
Or fight for her.

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Cheryl let out a raspy laugh, more an exhale than anything, leaning her head against the wall right next to the lattice between them. She didn't say anything for a minute, her eyes moving over her father's jacket still held tightly in her arms, now stained by her tears although she'd cried against that jacket so many times before, he'd always been in it at the time.

"Why do we keep losing people?" She finally said quietly, not exactly a question because she knew Maria wouldn't have the answer. There was someone in this place fucking with them, and it was in more ways than someone squirreling those that others loved off in the night to do experiments on and then dump on random off-shore islands.

She felt like she'd felt in Silent Hill. Some higher power jerking her around like its own personal plaything, and she fucking hated it.