ooc: Just a new take on Samara's opinions while she's in Eola. My White Walls poem really sucked, but that's okay. Note: the real things that are happening or that happened are in normal print, Samara's evil-genius-like-out-for-revenge-like-thinking is in bold print, Samara's child-like-innocence thinking is in italics. But of course just normal words I am trying to emphasize will be in bold, underline, or italics. o.o Oh well, you'll know the difference and understand it hopefully. Maybe it sucks, oh well. Also I haven't seen The Ring all the way through so some of it may not be exactly accurate.
oneshot
Confused
Sometimes I don't know what I want. Sometimes I don't know anything. What few things I do know are that they don't know me… they don't give me pity… I am beyond pity. They question me… and where they do it's so… white almost as if they're trying to make it seem pure or innocent… it's not. They think they aren't the least bit evil or whatnot… but they are. All they do is ask over and over the same things… just tell me if I really am crazy and quit questioning me! They make me crazy… or rather the horses did… yes…
It's their fault. They must pay. Everyone must.
It's not. Daddy did this. He made me sleep in the barn.
"Why can't I sleep with Mommy", I ask.
"You made mommy sick, made her pain"
I didn't mean to…
Maybe I wouldn't be like this if you had kept me pieced together. But now it's simple:
I broke, you paid.
"Samara, how did you make these pictures?"
"I don't know. I just think them and… they just… are."
"You can't just think things and then the things happen, Samara."
I glare at him through my curtain of long dark hair, but drop the subject.
"When can I see Mommy?"
"Whenever you start answering our questions truthfully and then we help you to get better."
"Daddy hates me. He made me come here."
"Your father loves you, Samara. He made you come here so you can get better."
"Daddy loves the horses. Mommy loves me… I didn't mean to make her pain. I didn't mean to."
"That will be all for today, Samara."
I don't know what I want. I think I want to hurt people— to seek revenge. Then I think I'm sorry for hurting them and I wish it would all just stop. Sometimes I wish I could just die in my sleep…
But I never sleep.They watch me, day and night. Never leaving me alone. They always watch me as though I was crazy… maybe I am… or as if I might cause more pain.
The tape caused all the pain. But I made the tape. So… in the long run… I did cause all of the pain. For revenge. I never slept. Maybe when everyone is dead I can sleep.
I wonder what sleep is like… maybe you'll tell me.
Watch the tape, I'll give you seven days to figure everything out. Copy it, you live. Because you spread it around and kept it going on.
Don't copy it, you die.
Because you broke The Ring. The Ring of hatred and disgust.
You broke it, just like me.
Just like me.