I want to live

So here I am, sitting at the bottom of a dark well, the ring above me, and water all around me. I think to myself that there is no way out for me, that I should just give up, but then I get an idea.

I search around the water until I find a dead body, Samara's if you know the story. Then I look at the water irrigated face of hers and see how worthless she really is. I smile because she looks kind of funny in a creepy way, then I drop her and try to think of a way out.

My first instinct is to climb, so I try, but the rocks that form the well are far too slippery after being exposed to water so long. I see above me that there are some rocks that look much easier to grab onto a few feet higher than I can reach, so I grab Samara's dead carcass and stand it up against the wall. She's pretty tall for a little girl. I force one of her hands into a wedge in the wall, then use it as a stepping stone, her head being my grip, then, with my other foot, I step onto her shoulder and push myself up.

At last, I'm able to reach the bigger rocks. I grab one of them with both my hands and try to pull myself up, but being the weakling that I am, I just can't do it. After trying for nearly ten minutes my arms are too tired to continue, and my shoulders drop.

Then, something amazing happens. Samara comes to life and pulls her hand out of the wall. She brings both of her hands to the bottom of my feet and taps at them, obviously asking for me to step on them, so I do, then she pushes me up, what a strong one she is, far enough for my feet to reach the first big stone and I step on it and push my self up, getting a good grip on a higher stone with my hands. I turn back down to look at Samara, and try to give her my hand to help her up as well, but she refuses the help and sinks back into the dark water, so I start climbing without her with all the effort I can muster and, after about an hour of work, reach the top of the well.

The stone cover is still blocking it, but I can taste the daylight and the freedom. I place both of my feet on a big stone and both of my hands on the stone cover and begin to push with all of the strength I have left. I push and push and push, but it just won't budge. I try harder and harder, but the harder I try, the more tired I get. Eventually, I give up again and let my shoulders drop, but I suddenly hear something down below.

Samara has emerged from the water and is climbing the well in the creepy spider like way I'd seen her do it before on the big screen. When she reaches the top, she places her feet on one of the stones on the opposite end of the well from my stone and places both of her hands on the well. She looks at me and gives me a signal to push, and we both push as hard as we can. We push and push and push, but, unluckily, we still can't get it all the way up.

We do however, get it to budge a little, which, to her and my surprise lets a wondering passerby know that someone is in the well. I hear his voice asking me if someone is in here, and I say yes. At this, Samara lets go of the cover and falls back down to the bottom of the well with a huge splash that nearly reaches me. I explain the situation to the man above me, excluding of course Samara, for who would believe that, and he and I try to get the well cover off.

I push, and he pulls, and I push, and he pulls, until finally it budges a little. We do our push pull routine again over and over, and by the time the cover is open enough for me to see him, night has already fallen. He looks at me and says that he's going to go get help, so he leaves me and I wait. I wait for what seems like and probably is hours until finally, when the moon in its biggest state, he returns with several of his friends to help.

Together, all of us push the well cover until it finally moves enough for me to fit through its opening. I climb out. By now the stars are shining brightly. I look at my rescuer and say thank you to him and that I owe him my life.

He smiles and offers me a ride wherever I want to go. I say that I want to go home, but that I don't know where it is, but he says he'll take me there because he apparently does. We ride for hours in the car, him, his friends, and I, them talking about all of the enjoyable things life offers, I just blindly listening.

They seem so happy, and I want to be happy like them, so I try to join in on the conversation, but every sentence that comes out of my mouth sounds awkward and stupid. They understand my awkwardness and try to converse with me despite it, but eventually I just give up. They try to get me into the conversation, seeing my sadness, but I just smile and say no thanks with my body language.

Eventually, the car stops and we all climb out of it. I take a look around, and sure enough, it looks like home to me. I feel incredibly happy, but how did the man know where my home was? I turn to him and ask him this, and he says that it's written right on the front of my shirt. I look down and, sure enough, it is there. I go huh, and laugh a little. He asks me if there's anything else he can do for me, but I say no, so he and his friends leave me standing there, at my home.

I sit down and think about life, then I decide to write about what the hell had happened to me this day. And now that you know what happened, I hope you understand why I want to be free.

Help me.