Hi. Read this. Please.
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I don't suppose I've always been evil. I thought, looking down in the black abyss of the well. It's so dark…
I looked up. A horse playfully ran through the field. My eyes narrowed. I hate the horses… Then, I remembered how I got out of Eola. I quit concentrating on the horse. I don't want them to send me back to that place…
I opened my mouth and started to sing. That would keep my mind off of those filthy beasts.
"Here we go," I sang, holding my notes perfectly. If my mother taught me anything, it was how to sing. Of course, I taught her some things as well. I smirked.
Mommy is crazy. Daddy is scared. The horses are dying. I thought, happily. Everyone gets their punishment.
"The world is spinning," I continued to sing. The world started to spin.
A vision. (A/N I don't know whether or not Samara had visions but I'm going to assume she did.)
Mommy was behind me. I was at the well, wearing the same thing that I was wearing now.
"Isn't beautiful here, Samara?" She cooed. I didn't answer.
"So peaceful," She sighed. "I know things will get better."
And, then, my mother threw a plastic bag over my head.
I struggled.
I couldn't breathe.
Everything was blurry.
Dizzy…
"All I ever wanted was you," My mommy said, throwing me into the well.
And, all I could see was black.
My eyes snapped open. I had, during my vision, finished my song. Mommy's going to kill me, I realized. My vision always happened.
I started to shake.
Not with fear but with anger.
She wants to kill me, I thought, clenching my fist. I heard her, coming up behind me. This was it.
"Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?" Mommy cooed.
I had to act fast.
I looked into the well. The darkness now seemed friendly. In the well, I could see something.
It was like a vision.
A ring.
Blood on water.
My chair from my room.
Mommy brushing her hair, in a mirror
Me suddenly moving the mirror, with my powers.
Mommy smiling at the place where the mirror had been.
A nail. A single drop of blood fell down it.
Daddy looking out of my old room's window.
The edge of the Moesko harbor.
A thing with a...an...intestine coming out of its mouth.
My face covered with plastic as my mother killed me.
A burning tree. The same tree that was on top of the hill, near this well.
A crescent moon shaped figure.
Someone's fingernail beginning torn off by the bloody nail.
Maggots.
Bodies.
A centipede slowly moving a chair from a table.
A goat, or a dog with a stubby tail walking into the barn. My barn.
Seven fingers writhing in a box.(A/N Yes, it is seven)
The burning tree.
My face covered in plastic.
Mommy looking at me, turning away from her mirror.
My old room's window.
My chair spinning upside down.
The ladder I used to get to my room, standing up against a blank wall.
A horse lying on the beach. Dead.
Mommy jumping off the edge of Moesko harbor. Committing suicide.
The ladder falling. I knew this image. Daddy had pushed my ladder down, when I first moved into the barn.
The ring.
The ladder landing on the ground.
The well.
I didn't move.
I was happy now.
Mommy was going to die.
But, I had to die first.
"So peaceful," Mommy said, toying with the plastic. I could hear it, even if my Mommy was behind me. She sighed. "I know things will get better."
She threw the plastic over my head.
At first, I struggled.
Then, I let my body go limp.
Mommy wasn't satisfied.
She took a rock from the well, and bashed it against my head.
Everything went black.
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When, I woke up, I was in the well.
The bottom of the well.
Mommy was slowly closing it.
The crescent shaped moon figure
I watched in horror. I misinterpreted the images I my vision.
The well closed up.
Light went around the lid forming…
The ring.
My nose started to bleed.
Mommy didn't kill me.
But, the well would.
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Well, what did you think?
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Technically, you just watched the tape.
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