Cheryl |best| | Shattered Memories

Her hands moved on their own. The door swung inward onto a hallway that stretched impossibly long, lined with mirrors. Each mirror showed a different Cheryl. A toddler laughing. A teenager screaming. A woman with a knife, standing over a crib. A bride in a bloodstained veil. And at the end of the hall, a final mirror, black as obsidian.

She reached it. Touched the glass. It cracked. shattered memories cheryl

And she saw the truth: she had shattered her own memories. Broken them into a million pieces and scattered them across Silent Hill, because the whole truth was too heavy to carry. Her hands moved on their own