White Room
Ketti: THIS IS A ONE SHOT. For now, anyways. ;) If y'all sit and beg pretty for me, I'll continue it. :D Lithi told me to. *hides behind her*
And yeah, probably a bit cliche for Sarah in an insane asylum, but, shhh, I like these fics.
As a general disclaimer; this is a fictional mental ward, so don't get on my case about it, okay?
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"You have no power over me!"
The words rang hollowly in her head as she jerked awake and banged her head on the empty bunk above her own. She yelped and tumbled sideways off her bed to land in a tangle of sheets on the cold hard floor. "Oww…" Rubbing her sore skull and doing her best to ignore the white plastic bracelet ringing her wrist, Sarah Williams got to her feet, kicked the blanket back onto the stiff (andlumpy) mattress, and opened her small dresser to pull out a clean set of regulation undergarments and another dove grey set of slacks and a plain white shirt (thehemwasstained) to dress for the upcoming day.
A knock sounded on her (unlocked) door just as she pulled the shirt over her head, and she turned obediently to face the blue clad woman watching her from the hall. There were no words exchanged between the pair as she was escorted to the dining hall to get her breakfast. "Sawah!" A tall man waved vigorously from the table by the door, a big dumb grin on his pleasant face, and the brunette beamed in response, "Ludo!" She greeted cheerfully, "I'll be there in a sec." She called across the room as she got into line for her food. She didn't particularly feel hungry, but knew… pursing her lips, she grabbed a box of fruit loops and some milk, and after a meaningful throat clearing from the woman in blue behind her, an applesauce (demandinglittle…) to her tray. A banana was also set down as she passed and she grimaced, but said nothing as she walked with her head held high up to her table. Ludo beamed at her and patted her head, "Sawah fwiend." He cooed, and she grinned at him in return, "That's right Ludo. Now eat your breakfast, kay?" "Kay."
"Hrmph…" A voice grumbled to her left and she half turned to offer another smile to the grumpy little man eating his porridge, "Good morning to you, too, Hoggle." She sang cheerfully, "Where's Sir Didymous?"
"Ech," Hoggle grunted, "The Knight's in solitary for starting a fight."
"Oh…" Sarah's shoulders dropped and she stirred her cereal listlessly before lifting the spoon to her mouth and forcing down the sugary cardboard.
Hoggle mumbled something about 'it's in the water', Sarah wasn't really listening, when the orderly tapped her on the shoulder. Her breakfast was only half eaten, but she stood regardless. Time for another session.
The hallways they passed were as familiar to her as the back of her hand, and her features tightened for a fraction of a second as they reached the door before she pasted a carefully blank look on her face.
"Hello Sarah." She did not reply, pursing her lips.
"I see you still won't talk to me."
Sarah glared and turned her head away.
"If you continue to be difficult…"
Sarah stiffened and her hands clutched the armrests in a white knuckle grip. "That's better. Now let's begin with the basics, shall we?" The honey sweet tone made her sick.
"What's your name, (precious) dear?"
"Sarah Williams."
"And why are you here?"
"Because my step mum thinks I'm insane."
"And what do you think, Sarah?"
"Does it matter what I think?" The teenager snapped, green eyes burning fiercely. Her psychiatrist raised her eyebrows and shook her head, "Now, now, Sarah, none of that."
The girl slumped back in her seat and looked away. "I think that I'm perfectly fine."
"Mmm… Tell me, (precious) dear, of your journey in the maze?"
"Labyrinth." Sarah corrected without thinking.
The doctor scribbled something on her piece of paper. "Of course, (precious) dear, and your friends, the goblins? Do you still see them?"
The corners of Sarah's eyes tightened and her jaw clenched. "They're not welcome here." She muttered, and began to pull at the large button on the end of the armrest, looking uneasy.
"And the man, what was his name?"
Sarah said nothing.
"Sarah? What was his name?"
Her head was pounding. Don't defy me, Sarah.
You're him, you're the… "Goblin King." She whispered. I'd like my brother back if it's all the same.
What's said is said.
"Goblin King? That's a title, Sarah, not a name. How many times must we go over this?"
Her heart was pounding in her chest and in her temples, and she cringed, rubbing at her forehead. How you turn my world, you precious thing. I move the stars for no one.
"And how are you feeling, Sarah?" "Nothing, nothing, nothing tra la la." The brunette replied, eyes far away and glazed as she rocked back and forth in her chair. The doctor's face pinched in response, and she wrote 'no change' in her notebook.
Bringing up questions about Miss Williams' time in the Labyrinth inevitably lead to her losing herself in the passages of her mind. It was the reason why the poor girl was committed, after all. Well, no, that wasn't the complete truth. The real reason was…
The doctor pressed the button underneath her desk and the door opened to reveal two burly orderlies approaching the girl, one of them held a syringe.
"You have no power over me!" Sarah screamed when she saw the advancing duo, and leapt to her feet, attempting to wrench the chair from the floor, only to find it bolted down. She snarled, her eyes wild and unseeing. "Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be; take this child of mine far away from me!" She recited as she picked up the nameplate on the desk and threw it at the man on the right. He caught it easily and she was tackled to the floor a moment later. She screamed bloody murder, kicking and writhing, and when one of the thick corded wrists came too close, she hissed and sunk her teeth into tanned flesh until she tasted blood. A sharp pain pricked her arm and she stiffened, feeling the numbness crawl through her bloodstream.
This isn't a gift for any ordinary girl.
Do you want it?
Sarah found herself deposited in the sun room, in a chair. But no, she was in the ball room, dancing…
Her head lolled and she stared up at the ceiling until someone tipped it forwards for her to relieve the strain on her neck.
"Sarah." A voice whispered to her, and slowly she straightened from her slumped position in the chair by the window. Her head cocked and her eyes cleared to a gem bright (cruel) green as she turned to look at the man in the room behind her. "Do you know me?" His voice was soft (butsocold) and his lips twisted in a (mocking) smile. "Goblin King." She answered reverently.
"Oh Sarah," his voice sent shivers down her spine and her lips parted in a smile of her own as she tried to stand, but found herself unable. Her wrists were bound to the chair, and her face pinched in distress. A low whimper sounded in her throat, but he hushed her and approached her instead, looming over her (intimidatingly,shewasscared) to brush his hand across her cheek. "Say my name."
She moistened her lips and swallowed to wet her dry throat, "...Goblin King." She murmured, looking away from him, ashamed. He clucked in disapproval and acted as though he would move away from her.
"No, Jareth!" She whimpered, pleadingly.
"Now was that so hard, Precious?" He crooned, resting his palm to her cheek, and she leaned eagerly into the touch.
Her eyes fluttered half closed and again she strained to lift her arms, but was unable. A sullen line formed between her brows, "I wish…"
"Yes, Precious?" The Goblin King encouraged, brushing her hair back from her face with his gloved thumb.
"I wish…"
"Sarah!" A hoarse voice called from her right and she jumped, turning her head to look at the gnarled face of Hoggle (helookedsoscared) her friend. "What's wrong Hoggle?"
The small man limped towards her, eyes too wide in his wizened face, "I told you not to talk to him!"
"Talk to..." Her head was pounding, and she swayed in her seat. "Talk..." Her arm hurt.
Her eyelids dropped and her chin hit her chest with a painful clanging in her jaw. "Goblin King..." She was out like a light seconds later, and the orderlies pulled her from the chair, dragging her unconscious body to her room. Nobody save Hoggle paid any heed to the tall pale man by the window, nobody save Hoggle saw the snarl on the pale man's face, nobody save Hoggle felt the urge to wet themselves as the pale man left the room.
Nobody…