Drowning...drowning in the darkness of fear... the fear of the dread images of my son race through my mind as he lies silent there before me...those tears, they meant nothing...
The silence, oh that dreadful silence surrounds me, engulfing me in his pain as I stand alone, silent, in front of my dead son... who once cried tears of fear.
Until I took his life but why... fear? The fear of what? What could have made me do this? What's this coming from my eyes? Tears?... At least I'm feeling something.
I can't believe what I did, it wasn't me, it couldn't, oh Joshua my dear Joshua... I'm sorry...sorry for my sin.
I know, I know what I must do... I'll take him to that hill, that once peaceful place, it shall be the place where my son will lie silent forever.
I must act fast, and make it as it never happened as I shovel the last few pounds of wet soil atop of my son's body. I hear my name, my wife my darling angel she'll be wondering where Joshua is.
What will I tell her, that I murdered our son? Did I murder him...? Or is this just some sick twisted dream... dream I say as if that's really what this is...but this is no dream, it's a nightmare, a horrible nightmare.
"Benjamin," Elizabeth calls. She's getting closer. Whatever I plan to say or do, I must do it fast.
I can't, I cannot let her know that I killed our son, she's my wife, my love, my treasure.
She's behind me. I can feel her, those beautiful hazel eyes staring at me confused and scared...I can't stand to see those beautiful eyes red with tears.
I know what I'll say, I'll say the dog died and I'm simply burying it.
Eliz...Her screams echo across the silence of the world filling it with sadness. At first I am puzzled. There is no way she'll be able to find out. All that changes when I see the wet soil running off my son's face, still frozen in fear.
I turn to my wife, I.... I laugh because I don't know what else to do. Gripping the shovel tighter, I swing and I feel the pure pleasure of a defiant hit. I do it again and again, enjoying each and every moment.
It gives me pleasure, a deep pleasure that I have never felt before. I continue until the sound of cracking bones and splattered blood fills my ears... I was done...
I awaken hours later... rain falls. I can tell you that the blood from last night is still warm, oozing down my pale face, a grin spread across it.
Again... those tears. I fall to my knees, wailing like the child I am. I know what I've done, no, not I, whatever that was it was. Not me, I know that for a fact. I would never kill my family...
But I did... I get up, and walk to the window. Hoping that my burst of insanity was just a vivid nightmare. But no, it was real... all of it my son, my wife gone and murdered, I did this, I murdered them and I enjoyed it. I laughed and smiled. Oh, how I wish I could feel that pleasure again. It calms me, it makes me feel like a new man.
I look to that old Weeping Willow standing silent and ancient. I'll name that hill after my dear family lying forever silent. Silent Hill.
Credited to EmoCry115