A/N: Hey, guys, it's been a while! Like about 2 years… jeez, do I procrastinate or what? I have decided to continue my story!!!!!! However, it will take a while, considering I'm starting school in a week and still haven't done my summer reading project! Anyways, here's a little something I found saved on my laptop. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I neither wrote, directed, produced, acted in, or was in any other way involved in the creation of the Ring books/ Movies.

"Come, Samara."

"Samara, don't go near that well.

This is for your own good, Samara.

How? In what way is pricking me with needles and hooking me up to cold machines and taking pictures of my mind for my own good? All you seem to be doing is hurting me, while you insist you're just trying to help me. I' don't need your help. I don't want your help. I want my mommy. I want to play and watch TV. I want to be a child. I also want you to die. Everyone must suffer. Daddy was never any help. Daddy hates me. And I hate him. He's not my real daddy. Mommy isn't my real mommy, either, but at least she loves me. She cares for me. Or, at least, she tries. I know I've hurt my Mommy. I didn't mean to. Oh, mommy, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! You're the only one who was ever nice to me. They can all go die. But not you. I need you, mommy. I really do. I know you don't like me right now, mommy. You think I'm hurting you. But I'm not. I can get better. You'll see. They'll all see.

I'm not evil. I may have something evil inside me, but I'm not bad. I'm just a little girl. I'm the victim. I'm the one who's been locked up, mistreated, abused, hurt, uncared for. I'm the one who can't sleep. I think it's a disease. Or something like it. I make people see things that I see. I can show people things. I'm like a TV. But whatever it is inside of me, I know I can get rid of it. Then I'll have mommy. And I can get my revenge.

But something else bothers me. Water. I think it's another part of the disease. Any time mommy tries to bathe me, the water burns my skin, and I look as if I was roasting in an over for a long time. My skin turns red and it blisters and sometimes peels. It hurts so badly. It usually goes away in a few days, but that doesn't stop the pain the next time. I don't see why I have to take baths in the first place. It's not as if I ever get dirty anyways. I saw someone in a movie that couldn't use water either. I think they called her the Wicked Witch of the West. When they poured water on her, she melted. I don't think she was very wicked, though. She only wanted her sister's shoes. If I had a sister that I loved and she died and all she left behind was a pair of shoes, I would want the shoes. I think it was mean of the little girl- Dorothy, I think- to take the shoes. They weren't hers. She was also kind of a sissy. She seemed so innocent! It's impossible for anyone to be that innocent. It was scary.

Oh, here comes mommy! Strange, though- she's never come to talk to me while I stand by the well. I wonder why she is now?