I didn't make the Ring or Ringu or their sequals, remakes, and the like.
"Rick!" I screamed. I clung to the side of the slipperly well, half tangled over the top, nails digging into the stone foundation. My other hand was outstretched to my boyfriend in desperation. And then there was the hand gripped around my ankle back inside the well: Samara. She had me. She wanted me. To stay. Forever in the cold depths of the ancient well that became her tomb. She was pulling, nails digging into my skin deeply. I was already wet and shivering and scared out of my wits and now this.
"Rick!" I screamed again. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving! Why wasn't he trying to save me! He was only yards away and staring in fear. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He backed up a step. Then another.
"Rick! What are you doing!" I yelled, "Help me! Help me, please! Rick! I love you! Save me! I LOVE you!"
He shook his head slowly and backed up one last time. Then he turned and ran. My breath caught in my throat. It was all too quiet except for the sound of his feet scrambling to get away.
"He doesn't love you..." An icy voice muttered from the well.
My grip on the top of the well was weakening. I couldn't pull myself up. Tears began to blind my vision. My nails dug into the stone farther as I slipped. I felt a sharp tug at my ankle as another arm reached up farther on my leg near my knee.
"He left me... I can't believe he left me... Right when I needed him... the most."
I looked up sadly to the cold pale sky. Why was this happening to me? Why? With the last of my strength I tried to heave myself up once more. I kicked my legs and tried to shake the demon girl off of me, but she wouldn't budge. I caught a better grip with my left arm over the side of the well, or, so I thought...
My eyes widened as my arm slipped off back into the well. I was hanging on to the top by my finger tips. Slipping. Nails grinding into hard stone. I wanted to cry! I wanted to scream! I wanted to pray, I wanted to curse, I wanted to be anywhere but looking into the eyes of my own undertaker. My eyes were shut tight in pain. 'I give up!' is all my head screamed.
My fate.
I opened my eyes and looked down, preparing to my eyes to meet the little girl named Samara. Whom which no one loved.
But instead of looking down into the dark well with the little bitch clinging to my ankles I instead was looking up... into the eyes of my boyfriend, Rick.
Was that all a dream?
More to come... I think. Randomly named the dude Rick, dunno why... Obviously this has nothing to do with the storyline of The Ring or Ringu... different main characters all together. Sorry if its short. I don't write fanfiction for The Ring often and I have to get off early tonight. I think it's a nice intro, though. Comments? Ideas?
