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| User: | in_a_dark_place (623224) She's in a dark place now
Can she get out? |
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| Name: | Samara Morgan | ||||||||||
| E-mail: | shellebelle93@yahoo.com | ||||||||||
| Bio: | She's wanted to kill herself from the moment she was born. Even as an infant, she could do horrible things, and those things scared her. And she couldn't stop. And she never slept. She wanted her mother to kill her, wanted her to drown her so that the demon within her would go back to Hell, and perhaps she might go to Heaven. But her mother was stopped and Samara's rage drove her mother utterly mad. She was adopted by another woman, a woman so grateful to have a child, who doted on Samara's long dark hair and dark eyes. She didn't want to hurt anyone. But she couldn't help it. She was sorry. But she couldn't stop. And she never slept. Eventually, she didn't fight the demon anymore. How could she? She was weak without it. Weak from lack of sleep, from lack of light...from lack in general. The demon gave her strength, gave her power. And gradually, she began to like it. How could she not, a small girl, having so much power? Though her mother could not love her, and her father definitely did not, how could she fight it? And at the same time, she hated it. She hated the demon, hated herself, hated...everyone. Though she knew she should love her mother. She should. But she couldn't. She didn't know anything about it, after all. Demons couldn't teach love. Or learn it. In the institution, away from her mother (though she was never truly away, never truly apart from her), they'd studied her. Probed her. As she studied them, as well. They wanted to know how she did these things. She didn't do them. She thought of them and then they just were. She was angry with the horses, and they'd run down to the ocean and died. She didn't mean to be angry with her mother. But all she knew was ugliness, so the pictures she created were ugly, and she put them into her mother's head. And then her mother killed her. Part of her wanted to die. Wanted to see if the demon would go away. But everything else wanted to live, determined to live those seven days. Seven days of trying to climb up the well, seven days of cold and dark and misery. When her body died, Samara stayed in the well, with her demon. And her anger burned. It was their mistake to build a vacation cabin over her well. Their mistake to put a VCR and TV there. And her prerogative to let her anger make that tape, to doom everyone who watched it, to make people know what she faced every day. What she had faced. Everyone--everyone--would suffer. And Samara would delight in it. | ||||||||||
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| Friend of: | 1: tastymod | ||||||||||
| Member of: | 3: ducksinnarow, tasteofmagic, tastyooc | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
