Narrator:
Andrew and Allie sprint on their horse to Chesapeak Bay to find Samara.
Allie's POV:
I went with Andrew to the beach to find Samara. We looked all around Southern Chesapeak shore, but not a soul was to be found. I looked all around, until something caught my eye. I saw two feet sticking out from behing a grimy, green rock. I yelled at Andrew to go over there by the rock, but when we got there, it was just an old man napping in the sun. I saw, what looked like feet, sitting by another rock, turns out it was just a wet package.
A wet package? Why would anyone leave a package just sitting there to be drenched in water. I got of the horse and grabbed the package. I started to open the package, until I found a little note tucked inside an envelope inside the package. It read:
Dear Reader,
I have killed my daughter an threw her into the ocean. I feel so awful after doing it, so I am writing this letter to confess why I had done so.
I had killed my daughter so she wouldn't have to suffer my husband abuse towards her. Every night I would have to listen to her scream for help as my husband whipped her continuously until she feel asleep. I had to watch the him as he drowned my daughter in the well because she had done her chore wrong. I couldn't let her scream night after night because she had relived her pain as a nightmare.
I had first put her to bed myself, so my husband wouldn't have to beat her that night. When my husband went to sleep, I went and took a rag from the kitchen. I suffocated her and took her to the shore. I drowned her in the ocean and hid her under the pier.
If the sheriff comes looking for her body, please take this note to the local prescient. Tell them that you found this in a soggy box along the shore. I wish I could've made her life much better.
From,
Anna Wellingsworth
It was too painful to read. It burned my eyes because this girl felt so much pain. The note said she hid her under a pier. What pier? There wasn't a single pier in the area. I started to walk around, there was a pier down the side of the lake. I ran along the shore line, straight to the pier. I slid across the sand to under the pier. There was no body, it was just sand. Maybe she buried her in the sand. Andrew joined along side me.
"There isn't a body in sight Allie."
"She's here. I can feel it. Help me dig under the sand."
"Allie there isn't a little girl! She isn't real!"
He shook me like a mad person. I just stared at him. I didn't talk. I froze. A hand grabbed my side. I looked up and saw Aaron, with Abby strapped in a basket to his back, and he was holding a girl. It was Samara! She was real the whole time! Andrew was a dope. He didn't understand anything, but Aaron and I did.
"Aaron where did you find her?!"
"Well, you guys didn't come back, so I started looking myself. I felt like I also needed a part in this because we are all going to have to help out in taking care of her. Oh, and I found her at the edge of the forest covered in leaves."
"Wait, this not said that her mother buried her under the pier."
Andrew rudely budded in.
"Allie, sorry to bother this conversation, but didn't you say she needed to revive her before the sunset, right."
"Yes, why?"
"Well, Allie it looks like you only have a couple minutes to spare."
"Oh yes, let me do that."
I poured the liquid in the vile, into her mouth. The sun set right after I did so. The light suddenly faded right before my eyes. She didn't make a movement. l felt like l just ruined a little, innocent life. I started to cry, but of course that didn't do anything. That's it l've tried and now I give up. I got up off the sand, dusted my ress off, and went to the carriage. Of course, I took Allie with me because that was the only possible life I could save. We took Samara with us because we are going to burry her in the morning. All I can do is wish for a miracle to happen. Like she could possibly awaken now, I knew I saw her, but there was no possible way to save her.
After I took the baby to Andrew and Aaron, I went down to the beach and walked along the shore. I looked at the moon and the tide. I was so beautiful at night, the stars just glimmered like candles on a romantic dinner date. It was just so peaceful and there was nothing else to worry about. I walked further up the shore and still felt guilty fo Samara's death. I think I may know why she hasn't awakened yet. She probably hadn't made her choice to go back down to Earth yet. She was still deciding on how she will feel when she comes back down. Will she feel pain and sorrow or will she feel better without all the flashbacks and nightmares?
Technically, I don't know how I'm going to feel about this either. With everyone I love around me dieing and all the emotional feelings. I wonder how the funeral will go tomorrow. I know, I'll be the only one crying. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean girls always cry, I mean I cry sometimes, but not all the time. Men just need to except that because they always think it's a big deal when a girl cries. I just don't know how to feel now since my step-father has died. When he was alive, he was the only person that respected me in the house. Everyone else treated me like I was a street rat. I was teased by my older sisters because my biological parents couldn't even take care of me.
Before I left the beach, I sat down and said a prayer to Samara hoping that she could be revived by morn.
"Samara, if you can hear me right now, there is nothing to be afraid of. We can help you and protect you. You won't have to relive the nightmares anymore or the countless beatings. You'll be safe, I'll take care of you. I can be the mother you never had, I can be caring and will always listen when you need to speak and---."
Andrew walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder, which did scare the half-witts out of me. I fell into the sand and got my hair all sandy. I was pissed.
"Look what you did you dim-witted idiot."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"Well then, since you have my attention. What do you need?"
"I was just coming to say that I was going to sleep now, so you need to come back to camp."
"Well, I can't do that now, since I have to wash my hair again."
"Well whenever your done with that, please come back. I don't want you to wander off during this time of night."
"Alright. I'll just wash it in the morning."
"Ok. Come on."
"Ok, Ok. Gosh, you gotta be so bossy."
