can't see the stars anymore living here
Everything was white, even the colors. It was supposed to have something to do with the way her eyes were adjusting from so long in the dark. Colors leeched away by bright lights that people had sworn weren't bright.
Samara could only close her eyes, the papery lids of them just barely providing relief. It was one of the only things she could do, weaker now than she had been after her first time in the well. There had been no monster this time, though, no other Samara inside her.
No, that wasn't entirely true. The other Samara had been with her the whole time. But she was dead, dry bones in the water, gaping at the living one as if amazed to see her again.
There was a needle in her arm, and it took all her strength, everything she still had to not pull it from her skin. Punishment upon punishment-- you let the dead in. Whispered dry words on the wind, in a voice that felt like it came from inside her.
She managed to stir to the surface as people approached her, huge dark eyes with circles underneath them regarding each visitor intently.
Samara could only close her eyes, the papery lids of them just barely providing relief. It was one of the only things she could do, weaker now than she had been after her first time in the well. There had been no monster this time, though, no other Samara inside her.
No, that wasn't entirely true. The other Samara had been with her the whole time. But she was dead, dry bones in the water, gaping at the living one as if amazed to see her again.
There was a needle in her arm, and it took all her strength, everything she still had to not pull it from her skin. Punishment upon punishment-- you let the dead in. Whispered dry words on the wind, in a voice that felt like it came from inside her.
She managed to stir to the surface as people approached her, huge dark eyes with circles underneath them regarding each visitor intently.