Witness
Summary: Rebecca Kotler. A psycho. This is her journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Ring…well I do but it was not my idea or anything like that so don't yell at me
Chapter 1
Wednesday.
I'm Rebecca Kotler. I recently moved into the psychiatric ward in Seattle, Washington. They asked me to start keeping a journal.
It's been four days since Katie died. I was there. I saw it. Katie was talking on the phone to her mom in the kitchen and I went back up to her room. She didn't see me go. It was just a game of hide and seek. Little children play it with their parents. Why couldn't I play a little joke on Katie? Just getting back at her for what she did to me.
I hid under her bed, waiting for her to come find me. I heard her call up the stairs before scurrying up. "Becca, can you hear me?" But I didn't answer. She turned the knob and the door opened. I heard her scream.
I turned to where she was facing. The television had flickered on and it displayed a picture of a well and there was a girl coming toward the screen. Her long dark hair was covering up her face. The girl's hand came through the screen and she walked towards Katie. It startled us both. Katie let out a whimper and she fell backward and backed up towards the wall of the hallway. "Katie…" I whispered, barely able to breathe. I didn't want my last words to her to be, 'Ask her where she keeps the Vicodin.'
After a few minutes the girl dragged her back into the room and put her in the closet. As she passed, I saw her face. It was distorted and discolored. Katie Embry was dead.
I lay there under the bed for hours until Katie's parents got home. Mrs. Embry came in to see if we were asleep like Katie had said we would be. When she saw the dark puddle on the floor, she gave a puzzled look to no one in particular.
I gave a cry and then she noticed me. "Ruth.." She looked down at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out from under the bed. I glanced at the TV, it was just static.
"Where's Katie?" she asked, after I'd gotten to my feet. My cheeks were stained with tears and my heart broken. I knew in my heart where she was. Did I really have to tell her? That would only make it more true.
I pointed to the closet. "But she's dead…" I bit my lip until it bled.
"Dave, Dave, come in here." Mr. Embry ran in the room. "Open the closet. I can't do it."
"Why? What's…" He opened the door to see Katie huddled up in the far corner of her closet, he face mutated as I'd last seen it. "Oh, my God…" Silence. It killed me. But I wasn't about to speak. Not now. Not a word. "How did this happen?" I shook my head. They wouldn't believe me. No one would.
And I was right about that.
-Becca