Samara sat on the edge of her bed in the barn loft. She glanced at the T.V then looked back down at her hands.

"Everyone will suffer." She stated to herself. She told herself that a lot. Ever since she made her mother crazy, killing the horses, driving her father nuts. She really didn't want to be with him.

She wanted to be with her mommy. Her one and any source of life. She kept thinking about what her mommy told her.

"It will get better Samara, one day we will go away from this island. Away from daddy, away from it all. And live by our own company. You will never have to be in this old smelly barn. Never have to see the horses, I'm sorry I know you don't like them. But it will all get better, I promise you. Samara remember the exact words that she finished with.

"I promise you."

Samara somehow knew she wouldn't go away from the island. But she knew she was going away.

And soon. She decided to go to her favorite place where she could think without being disturbed by the smelly horses. She slowly climbed down the latter and walked to the barn doors and pulled one open. She took a quick glance at the horses before shutting it.

As she walked to the well around a forestry of area she sang herself a song that her mother had taught her.

Here we go

The world is spinning

When it stops

Its just beginning

Sun comes up

We laugh we cry

Sun comes down

And we all die

Samara loved that song. It was her favorite out of all the songs she knew.

It describes her point in life. You see, Samara Morgan is no ordinary child. We can just call her 'Special' in a way.Her mother, Anna Morgan, wanted the child very much and would do anything to be with her daughter.

On the other hand Samara's father, Richard Morgan, despised of Samara. He never wanted a child, he wanted to be with his wife and horses. He didn't want a child in his way of everything.

Samara was still at the well. She placed one hand on the wall and looked down it. She always wondered what it would be like to be down in a well.

The cold water up in your face and shivers every second of the waking hour. She felt a shiver move up her spine. The wind slowly picked up and the trees ruffled together.

Samaras waste long ebony hair swayed softly in the wind. Her light gray dress ruffled at the bottom. Samara closed her eyes to feel the breeze, and shortly after it died down.

She began to hum the song. She then realized someone was behind her.

"Isn't it beautiful Samara." The voice boomed through the silence. Samara jerked a bit.

She loved her voice. It was so soft and radiant. Samara loved it when she was with her mommy. She felt loved when her sent was in the air. Her sent made her feel like she was safe and at home.

Not in the smelly barn where the horses kept her awake at night. "I just know things will get better" She exclaimed. Samara turned around and cracked a tiny smile. Anna bent down to Samaras height and gave her a hug.

"We are going now Samara. I have packed your things" She got back up. Anna held out her hand and Samara took it.

They both walked to the car and Samara got in the passengers seat. They drove out of the drive way and over the tiny bridge between the dirt road and the blacktop road.

And they took off into the afternoon dusk. Anna looked over at Samara with a little bit of worry in her eyes. "Samara, dear, what's troubling you?"

She asked. All Samara did was shrug a bit and looked out the car window. She thought she should be happy now. She was away from daddy, away from the barn and horses. Away from that island she called home. She was free.

So she decided from this point on she would stop killing and start being happy. She looked over to her mother and smiled. It was a little bit hard but she managed to get it out. It felt good to smile, it felt good to be happy.

"Samara, I'm glad we are getting away from the island. It is a big relief off of our shoulders don't you think?" She questioned.

"Yes, I suppose it is mommy. I want to be happy now, I want to. It makes me feel happy we are leaving. I love you mommy." Samara smiled a little bit bigger smile at her mom. Her mother gave one back in return and put one hand over Samara's and the other on the steering wheel. Then Samara fell fast asleep.

They drove to a place way off the island and far away from it. Anna didn't care about her husband any longer. All she cared about was Samara. She had plenty of money with her as well. About $411,000.(Sorry I didn't want them to be poor )

It was about 12:30in the morning when Anna drove up to a motel and cashed in. She then drove a little bit further and got to her assigned little house.

(I have never been in a motel so if you have you will get it!) Anna picked up the sleeping Samara and carried her into the house. There was 2 twin beds on either side of the little house. There was a separate place for the kitchen. There was a little bathroom (you would know what's in there!) and a T.V and a lamp on either side of the 2 beds.

Anna laid Samara down on one of them and quickly ran out back to the car and grabbed all of there things and dropped them by the opposite bed.

She changed into some long silky pajama's and let Samara sleep in what she was wearing which was only a soft cotton sleek dress that was kind of like a night gown anyways.

Anna slipped into bed with Samara and pulled the covers over them both. Samara, as if it was an instinct, snuggled up to her mother and fell back asleep with Anna. Samara was happy.

No more scary images, no more crazy Anna, no more death. It was just them and the world.


Yay! I'm finished Chappy 1! Okay I will come up with another Chappy on my laptop and then post it later. yawns must… sleep…dozes off Screams in dream: REVIEW REVIEW! Snore Snore Snore