Authors Note: I dont exactly know what is going on here... I was just thinking about the cliches in this fandom, like the constant use of the number 13, and I thought that Sarah could use a little obsession... so I made her obssesed with the number 23. Dont own her... or the movie the Number 23, which the only thing I'm using is the number... O.o
The number was ruling her life.
There were twenty three books on her bookshelf. There were twenty three children in the class that she taught. Twenty three apples in the fridge… twenty three steps to get to the fridge from where she was sitting. It was twenty three minutes past six, which is two times three. Exactly twenty three minutes ago, her husband was fighting with her and she stabbed him.
She stared at the body for twenty three seconds before calling the cops. She lived twenty three miles out of town, surrounded by twenty three acres of land.
She was twenty three years old.
She counted the steps for the judge to make it to the podium… twenty three. The jury was out for twenty three minutes before ruling not guilty: self defense. She had spent twenty three days in prison.
She sat in her desk chair, which had exactly twenty three studs stamped in the leather, twenty three days after the trial. She sobbed, knowing she was going crazy, wishing for relief silently. Twenty three seconds later, she wished aloud for anything to change, even if she was only to be ruled by another number.
Thirteen seconds later the drier kicked on.
Okay, so originaly I was going to have some white knight Jareth come riding in to save her... but then he got all sicko twisted. Got to hand it to him, he did just what she asked... Review, yes?