Time Heals all Sorrows
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M through R › Ring (USA), The
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Adult +
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Category:
M through R › Ring (USA), The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,231
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Ring, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Time Heals all Sorrows
Pairings: None
Feedback: Review Please!
Characters: Samara Morgan/OC. Marie
Author’s notes: *Finished*
This is not really an R+ Peices but seeing how the Ring is a PG=13 more it does tend to be scary so I just rated it to its normal rating.
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'We'll look at tomorrow, which is now somewhere, without covering our eyes Certainly we'll have the same dreams
The two of us that knew sad things instead of loneliness
Are quietly unified, by a thread called warmth'
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Samara Morgan stood before her eyes, dripping onto the clean floor. The white dress that covered her body was age warn, on the ends it was starting unravel. Her skin, a pale purplish pink. The unrest-less spirit/zombie child took a long step towards her. The teenager tried to lock eyes, but could not. The morbid girl’s mess of knotted ebony tresses blocked her view of her eyes.
“So its true you are real…” The teenager moved backwards, falling ass first off the sofa. Her hands gripped part of the floor which was still dry at this moment lifting herself up on elbows. Samara made two tight fists and stepped closer, so close she really had teleported herself right above her. She could feel the wetness from her grown falling on her face.
She watched the undead girl just looking down at her, all she could see was full black green lips into a frowning face. She couldn’t make out any emotion, happy, sad, or even angry. Both girls were quiet. Naturally it was normal for Samara to be silence, but her prey were the loud ones, with all that screaming and banging on their doors for help.
“You have killed so many, answer this and I will let you kill me.” She didn’t move her head or gestured to her question. Placing a hand up, bending back her cold almost bony finger is pointed to the TV, side walking away to allow her prey to see the answer to her question.
On the TV, was little Samara standing in a room with padded walls, looking up at a Camera, moving back and froth. Images jumped back and froth before her eyes. She blinked as so many flashed in at once. She saw her standing by a well, hands on the rim. Samara was looking off into space when a woman walked behind her and placed a garbage bag over her face. “Your all I ever wanted. Forgive me” She older woman spoke pushing her lifeless body into down the dark passageway, a slash was heard.
She closed her eyes for a moment and spoke, turning to see her just standing close in a pose to attack. She stick to the side of the deal and now it was time for her to the same. “You poor thing…she said she wanted you but this was who she showed it. That isn’t love.”
Pushing herself off the floor, moving closer to the child. She reached out her hand, it was grabbed by hers. She made a sound hissing in a ghastly tone. She gasped, for a little dead girl she was strong bending it. The teenager fall to her knees,. Moaning from the pain. “SAMARA STOP THIS! Acting so bad to get your way” She belted it, her screaming did something it made her let go and now in a blink for an eye she was on the other side of the room sitting down in a small ball hiding. “Oh…no…I didn’t mean to scary you isn’t that your job to scare me.”
She rubbed her waist, red marks of her nails remind their. She sighed. “Hmm…I see you hate yelling. Why did you allow me to view this..? Do you show this to all of them, the ones you come for?” Her head rolled back in a very such a frightening way. Arms still folded around her legs. She did slid back her face was shown. It looked nothing like her in the pictures she had shown. She stopped herself. “No, this isn’t you, the true you was taken away when that woman took your young life”
“Samara my name is, Maire..I can help you if you will let me please.” She moved to her level and moved closer. Reaching for her face, coughing it her hands, before she was able to attack again. It was so cold, icy cold. No warmth was it at all. “I must tell the truth you scared me, walking out of TV coming after me. But is this what you really want the blood stained hands?” She looked up at Marie, biting on her lip. “See you do still have some remorse. “
Samara pushed her away, but it was a little childish, like I don’t need your help leave me alone. She turned her head away. Marie cupped her chin turning her face to look at her. “Don’t hide from what you done, you have did a horrible sin, to kill thy brother or something like that the bible speaks about.” She was taken back, she tossed her back and cried. She backed up. “What what did I do…I made a ghost cry that was not my plan…Samara am sorry.” The tears were of blood, and dirty water. She shook her head and stood up. “But. don’t be sad you have the right, sickly enough. You lash out. What she did was wrong. And people you killed were no doubt asses always and fate planned them to see your video so you could that I bet.” Marie was trying to cheer her up it wasn’t working. Then she did something she was had no idea what she had done till it was over and done with.
She pulled Samara by her hand and spun her into he arms and bend down with her in a hug. “Is this what you really wanted a hug to feel wanted. I lose my father one when I was young my mother she. She…disowned me.” Samara moved her hands up to kill her finally as talons draw, but her hand recoiled to the tears of Marie. Samara looked up. “We are one in the same, I planned to see your video so I would be able to die. To be with the man, my father that did love me. But seeing your pain makes me want to live make you happy.”
She was amazed. Her face regained its lovely features once more and she looked up to the woman who had saved her insanity. “Help me..?” She looked down. “You you..taked and you look…” Samara embraced her, crying gripping her tight. Welling out all she had deep in side for her. Marie smiled and cupped her close and rested her chin her smelly well water hair. “Shh its aright am here its alright, I will love you. We shall rekindle the love we had lost together. I will not abandon you.”
Feedback: Review Please!
Characters: Samara Morgan/OC. Marie
Author’s notes: *Finished*
This is not really an R+ Peices but seeing how the Ring is a PG=13 more it does tend to be scary so I just rated it to its normal rating.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'We'll look at tomorrow, which is now somewhere, without covering our eyes Certainly we'll have the same dreams
The two of us that knew sad things instead of loneliness
Are quietly unified, by a thread called warmth'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Samara Morgan stood before her eyes, dripping onto the clean floor. The white dress that covered her body was age warn, on the ends it was starting unravel. Her skin, a pale purplish pink. The unrest-less spirit/zombie child took a long step towards her. The teenager tried to lock eyes, but could not. The morbid girl’s mess of knotted ebony tresses blocked her view of her eyes.
“So its true you are real…” The teenager moved backwards, falling ass first off the sofa. Her hands gripped part of the floor which was still dry at this moment lifting herself up on elbows. Samara made two tight fists and stepped closer, so close she really had teleported herself right above her. She could feel the wetness from her grown falling on her face.
She watched the undead girl just looking down at her, all she could see was full black green lips into a frowning face. She couldn’t make out any emotion, happy, sad, or even angry. Both girls were quiet. Naturally it was normal for Samara to be silence, but her prey were the loud ones, with all that screaming and banging on their doors for help.
“You have killed so many, answer this and I will let you kill me.” She didn’t move her head or gestured to her question. Placing a hand up, bending back her cold almost bony finger is pointed to the TV, side walking away to allow her prey to see the answer to her question.
On the TV, was little Samara standing in a room with padded walls, looking up at a Camera, moving back and froth. Images jumped back and froth before her eyes. She blinked as so many flashed in at once. She saw her standing by a well, hands on the rim. Samara was looking off into space when a woman walked behind her and placed a garbage bag over her face. “Your all I ever wanted. Forgive me” She older woman spoke pushing her lifeless body into down the dark passageway, a slash was heard.
She closed her eyes for a moment and spoke, turning to see her just standing close in a pose to attack. She stick to the side of the deal and now it was time for her to the same. “You poor thing…she said she wanted you but this was who she showed it. That isn’t love.”
Pushing herself off the floor, moving closer to the child. She reached out her hand, it was grabbed by hers. She made a sound hissing in a ghastly tone. She gasped, for a little dead girl she was strong bending it. The teenager fall to her knees,. Moaning from the pain. “SAMARA STOP THIS! Acting so bad to get your way” She belted it, her screaming did something it made her let go and now in a blink for an eye she was on the other side of the room sitting down in a small ball hiding. “Oh…no…I didn’t mean to scary you isn’t that your job to scare me.”
She rubbed her waist, red marks of her nails remind their. She sighed. “Hmm…I see you hate yelling. Why did you allow me to view this..? Do you show this to all of them, the ones you come for?” Her head rolled back in a very such a frightening way. Arms still folded around her legs. She did slid back her face was shown. It looked nothing like her in the pictures she had shown. She stopped herself. “No, this isn’t you, the true you was taken away when that woman took your young life”
“Samara my name is, Maire..I can help you if you will let me please.” She moved to her level and moved closer. Reaching for her face, coughing it her hands, before she was able to attack again. It was so cold, icy cold. No warmth was it at all. “I must tell the truth you scared me, walking out of TV coming after me. But is this what you really want the blood stained hands?” She looked up at Marie, biting on her lip. “See you do still have some remorse. “
Samara pushed her away, but it was a little childish, like I don’t need your help leave me alone. She turned her head away. Marie cupped her chin turning her face to look at her. “Don’t hide from what you done, you have did a horrible sin, to kill thy brother or something like that the bible speaks about.” She was taken back, she tossed her back and cried. She backed up. “What what did I do…I made a ghost cry that was not my plan…Samara am sorry.” The tears were of blood, and dirty water. She shook her head and stood up. “But. don’t be sad you have the right, sickly enough. You lash out. What she did was wrong. And people you killed were no doubt asses always and fate planned them to see your video so you could that I bet.” Marie was trying to cheer her up it wasn’t working. Then she did something she was had no idea what she had done till it was over and done with.
She pulled Samara by her hand and spun her into he arms and bend down with her in a hug. “Is this what you really wanted a hug to feel wanted. I lose my father one when I was young my mother she. She…disowned me.” Samara moved her hands up to kill her finally as talons draw, but her hand recoiled to the tears of Marie. Samara looked up. “We are one in the same, I planned to see your video so I would be able to die. To be with the man, my father that did love me. But seeing your pain makes me want to live make you happy.”
She was amazed. Her face regained its lovely features once more and she looked up to the woman who had saved her insanity. “Help me..?” She looked down. “You you..taked and you look…” Samara embraced her, crying gripping her tight. Welling out all she had deep in side for her. Marie smiled and cupped her close and rested her chin her smelly well water hair. “Shh its aright am here its alright, I will love you. We shall rekindle the love we had lost together. I will not abandon you.”