How to Spend the Time…
I LOVE the Ring movies. LOVE. Samara/Sadako is awesome, and I love the story. This fic is basically a recollection of Samara's thoughts in her point of view after she was trapped in the well. Enjoy!
I don't know why Mommy did that to me on that clear cloudless summer day. The last thing I remembered was Mommy coming up behind me in front of our well and suffocating me with a garbage bag. I blacked out and couldn't breath after that. Was I a bad girl? She never told me if I was. Did Daddy know about this? She's punishing me, keeping me here until I die…No, I won't let her!!
The walls here are damp and mossy. And dark and cold. It makes it hard for me to breath. The freezing, waist deep water is dark and lonely. I'm scared, way past hopeful of any sort of rescue. Daddy won't help me, come get me. Mommy wants me gone. I'm completely helpless down in the darkness. I shiver constantly, so much it makes my teeth chatter. There is no warmth or love. My long black hair gets in my face and brings a cold slap on my cheeks when I move. I can't move anymore, anyway. What's the use? My legs are frozen. Besides, where can I go in such little space?
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My fingers ache and traces of blood are on the walls. My blood from my fingers. They were all failed attempts to escape, proving useless in my condition. The walls are so high. Every time I try to climb I fall back into the water. And then I see the symbol of light above my head. It reminds me, teases me, I am never getting out. This is my prison and my tomb.
The hunger has set in. I have nothing to eat and am suffering because of it. My stomach doesn't ever growl anymore. I have no strength to do anything. I can't sleep. It makes me think about things I shouldn't.
Revenge is only fair after what you did, right Daddy?