AN: This is my first Ring story/poem. I wanted to do something from Samara's POV as she's pacing in that white room in the hospital, it didn't come out quite like I was planning but oh well. Enjoy ;;…isty teeny bit of language…not to bad..
The White Room
Why, why do they keep me here?
Why, Why,WHY!
I think I'll go crazy if I keep on pacing this white room….
I wanna go home…I wanna go home mommy…Please take me home? Please? I promise I'll be good..
Home, what is a home? They say home is where the heart is, so does that mean my heart is lost in hell?
Let me out! Let me go!
I'm caged! I'm no animal, I'm a human! A child!! Let me go!!!!
MOMMY!!! Let me go! Let me out of this white torture!!
He's there again..asking why I do this, why I hurt those around me. Wouldn't he?
Wouldn't he if he was kept awake night after endless night, by those damned horses.
Wouldn't he torture his father if he looked him with distaste and hate, and revulsion clearly in his eyes? Well?
..But mommy loves me..
Love, what is love? I hurt her so much and so bad…and I'm sorry…but it will never end..not as long as I'm trapped here..
She has locked me away in a white hell, because I hurt her. Its like a ring, a endless ring of pain and suffering and nightmares, a ring without an end.
I like this ring.
…but..
Everyone will suffer….