I never wanted to tell him, I never wanted to tell him what really happened at the lake that day. Bridgette and I had been playing at the dock waiting for him to bring to boat down. I remember looking over to her and there she was looking down into the water, talking. I can't explain why I felt it but I realized at that moment something was wrong with her. The moment she looked back at me I felt I was looking into black pools. Her smile, her twisted little smile. Unholy, she was a monster to me in that moment. So I pushed her, I pushed her into that water trying to wash my sins clean of me and I bent over that dock and held her under. Bubbles just kept coming up, her little fingers clinging to my wrists and then nothing. I let her go, wanted her to sink to the bottom but he came, he came screaming and I had to play along. "My god she fell in, my baby." He jumped in after her dragging her to shore and brought her back. I was afraid she would tell him but she was confused. All she did was cry and cling to her father, it was like she had no idea I had done it or she was working against me. I tried again later that week, I used the pesticides from the garden and put them in her food. She stayed up all night sick but nothing. I know God is punishing me for giving up my faith. He has given me this child, this demon. Everyone else See's a happy little girl but when I look at her I see her for what she really is, a monster.

Bridgette looked over the journal entry again and again, it was her mothers handwriting but she didn't believe it. How could she, her mother had always loved her. She had never physically hurt her, she had never seemed crazy but this journal, everything she had said. Could it have been true? Dropping the journal she staggered to her feet and walked into the bathroom almost falling into the mirror. Monster, what monster did she see? What was she talking about? She looked into the mirror for a long time hardly breathing, like hands were around her neck, like she was drowning. "Wake up damit it's not real. It's just a dream, wake up Bridgette, WAKE UP." She slammed her fist into the wall feeling the sharp pain run through her body and making her jump back with a yelp. You didn't feel pain in your dreams, was this real, was it true? Her mother had tried to kill her, her mother despised her.

Backing up into the wall she continued to look herself int he mirror seeing for a moment her mothers face looking right back at her with that same look of shock. "No it's not true, it's not true. She loved me, it's a lie, it's not true." She slid down the wall almost ranting to herself, trying to convince herself it was a lie. Tears ran down her face, at first a mild whimper which grew to heavy sobs shaking her body. How could she have done it, how could she have just held her under the water wanting her dead? What had Bridgette done to anger her so much? She had always been a perfect little girl, she never disagreed with her parents, never spoke back, always did what she was told.

She curled up on the ground trying to hide her face against the cold laminated bathroom floor. She could not stop her body from shaking, her breath quickening until she lapsed into a full blown panic attack. Everything around her blurred, spun in a an endless tunnel leading her out of her body. She felt like she was standing beside herself watching her body shake, almost convulse. It felt like dieing yet death wouldn't come. After all she had been through she had beleived in the end her mother had loved her and everything she had done she had done to keep her little girl, that her father had murdered her but in reality he was trying to save her, save her from the real monster, the angel with the broken wings.

She had to pull herself out of this or she would die, she would have a heart attack. Bridgette came back into her own mind clawing at the ground, the tears making her face feel uncomfortable damn. Her breathing slowed down into shaky breaths as everything slowed down and fell back into reality. She laid there a moment, her stomach in nots, flipping and turning at the memory. She could see it now looking up at her from under the water, the sunlight behind her mothers head almost giving her a halo. That smile on her face, Bridgette got up quickly and pushed the lid of the toilet back before throwing up into the dirty bowl. It felt better to let it all out, her arms shaking as she tried to hold herself up.

After all these years with her job even the smallest thing could set her off. She had shot men dead, she had nearly lost her life, she had faced her uncle in prison and told him to rot in hell but she still could not walk away without breaking down like this. After all these years she was still...weak. Falling back she slammed her back into the wall and looked up at the ceiling, her eyes still blurred from the tears streaming down her face. This is what she had come to Silent Hill for, the truth. There it was there was the truth or at least the start of them. Taking in a deep breath she pushed herself back off the ground feeling her legs shake under her weight and moved back into the living room. Reluctantly she picked the journal up and grabbed the brown paper it had been wrapped in. Someone had told her to come here, to her grandparents old home, someone had left this for her.

On the brown wrapping she could make out a little note scratched down.
From a family friend
She wanted to know who the hell this family friend was, she wanted to shoot them in the leg and beat them with this damned journal. Maybe they didn't deserve it, they may just be trying to help her but here in this place, with those monsters. Bridgette felt she was lured here to die or go mad.