Innocently Waiting Author; Kateh [mee] Disclaimer; I don't own Samara. That's.. obvious; I don't know who /does/ though so.. :D deal.

Tortured. Alone. ..Cursed since birth; how was this her fault? The TV was on.. all the time, it never stopped.. it was like her, it never slept. It kept her company during rainstorms, when thunder crashed above the barn, worrying her and the horses so. It kept her company during daydreams turned to nightmares. During innocence turned to evil. During countless sleepless nights. The horses, too. But the horses were the things that kept her up at night. And they had to die. And they did, one by one.

And she liked it. She liked the pain, suffering.. she liked how everyone spoke her name, Samara, like it was a curse.. perhaps she was. She was nothing else; she just wanted to be heard. She needed to be loved. She needed a real father; Richard hated her for bringing this to the small town. But it wasn't her fault.. 'Yes it is,' a voice in the back of her head mumbled. She got a pained look on her face, bringing her knees up to her chest while she sat on her bed in the barn. It was so cold; the thin white dress she wore hung heavily on her, dirty and covered in hay. It was wearing, she needed new clothes."Mommy loves me," she told herself countless times, ignoring the black hair that hung heavily over her face - tangly, greasy.. ruined, like her life.

Her skin was a deathly pale. She was small, though, fragile.. how could she cause so much death? A picture flashed through her mind, of the horses laying dead on the shore, small waves lapping over their bodies.. it was so clear, and then it was there.. in her hand. Like at the therapist's. She wanted to stop, but.. she couldn't.

And suddenly she wasn't there anymore. No, she was outside, the day was bright and sunny.. she was standing by a well, and suddenly she felt like singing.

It was quite a sight, the girl looked like she'd been in hiding for a month; she still wore her tattered white dress, her hair looked no better than it had before, and her skin was even paler.. the oddest thing was her eyes, though, they held a certian.. evil look to them. And they'd gone darker.

"Round we go the world is spinning, when it stops It's just beginning Sun goes up, we all sigh Sun goes down, we all die."

Her song was cut short, though, when a plastic bag was quickly thrust around her body - it only went to mid-waist but it was enough to make her cry out. Suddenly she was falling, falling, falling.. splash. The well. She was in the well. She clawed at the walls of the well furiously shortly after landing, managing to pull the plastic bag off soon enough to see her mothers face looming above teh still-open well. She cried for her mother.. she could see the tears in Anna's eyes while she slowly slid the lid over. IT was a quarter done.. the light, it was so nessecary.. halfway closed, it was almost gone, "NO!" she screamed as there was only a sliver of light left.. then darkness. She continued to claw at the walls. 'This can't be how it ends.. they'll suffer, all of them, and then they'll be sorry.'

And so it begins.

[Author's Note: My first attempt at a fic, be nicee please. :D um, R/R please!]