The Hours Until Infinity, by A.B.V.
The Hours Until Infinity
*~Lady Guinevere~*
the_court_of_miracles@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own Jareth. He's mine forever! Mwa hahahahaaaa... no,
just kidding. I thought it would be nice to own him, but thoughts of extra
storage space for the goblins, chickens and latex entered my head, and
I reconsidered. Anyways, my parents spent all their money on my college
tuition and my brother's private school, and I emptied my bank account
a long time ago. Don't sue me. I worship my Bowie shrine regularly.
Author's Note: This is my first Labyrinth fanfic and my first story
on fanfiction.net! Please review me; my soul thrives on positive feedback
*happy thought bubbles rising quickly*, and I will need a bunch of reviews
to convince my insecure self to continue. You can flame if you want, I
guess, but only medium flames; large ones will set my cramped, stuffy and
sun-baked fourth-floor dorm ablaze =).
Prologue: Of Dreams, Nightmares,
and Madness
My sin is in dwelling on
you
The minute I return to sanity
You choose to apppear
Yet every spare moment I'm
awake
It's as if you're with me
Somewhere dark, someplace
near.
Even with all thoughts answered
I have questions by the score
For you have haunted numerous
days of mine
And now, it seems, you make
to haunt me more.
It
finds me in the night, searching, prying into my innermost thoughts, waking
my senses, stirring within my body the shaking that pills do not drown,
calling out and ringing a chord in my soul-
Follow
me...
That
voice. My comfort and my pain all this time, so close and yet so far away
from where I lie, huddled in my bed, clutching the clammy sheets, curled
up, wondering if my screams have woken my roommate because I do not know
when I am imagining things or living them.
I
am trying to forget.
Even
in my dreams the voice haunts me. I fall asleep in classes and during work.
I must not fall asleep during work. I must stay awake in the stacks. I
am never safe; he holds all the power.
No
one else checks their windows five times to make sure they're locked. No
one else wonders about their sanity when they know they're sane.
I
lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering which day it will be. Tomorrow?
The day after? Or will it be tonight? It is the latter far too frequently,
in my opinion. But then, he never bothers to ask me precisely what my opinions
are. Just when I think I'm safe, halfway between this world and the one
beyond, he is there, blending with the shadows, commanding.
Of
course, I have no choice. He takes me, spirits me away into the realm of
darkness. Trapped in that other world, in those perfidious hands. In what
I thought was merely fantasy. Until now.
I
want to forget. Forget everything.
He
won't let me.
I
am suffocating. My friends will not know why I live for the moment, taking
in each and every stupid little thing, savoring meals and talking to my
parents on my phone until the words run out.
I
do not look forward to new seasons or years; time has slowed down. In the
spaces between moments of reality, I must be watching for him, and a flutter
of dewy, pearled wings.
I
am haunted. Haunted by ghosts.
