No one would believe him. James went through living hell and nobody in their right mind would believe him that it wasn't all in his head. It wasn't his sick imagination, it was real. Silent Hill was real and all the monsters were real too. James was well aware that he would probably sound insane if he tell anyone about it. So that's why he just shut himself down, trying to forget about his past. But it haunted him everyday, preventing him from living a normal life.

James decided to try and see a specialist. Therapy is not something that came easy to him, he changed several therapists before finally discovered the right one.

You were his therapist for past few months and James finally felt like there was someone who truly understand him, who believe him. You don't think that he's some kind of lunatic, you actually listen. It means a lot to him. The whole atmosphere in your office was always so comforting for some reason. James watched as you write something down in your notebook. He shifted a little in his chair, glancing between you and the pencil in your hand.

“It must've sounded surreal, I know...” He mused, leaning back in his chair.