Comfort
By: Darkchilde
midnights_jewel_purple@yahoo.com
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Sarah Williams sat in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and her dark eyes were red-rimmed. Her face was blotchy, and her nose was so red she could play Rudolph in her school's Christmas play with no trouble at all. Her hands shook slightly as she reached with a tear-soaked Kleenex to dab at her face. Her lips trembled, and her skin, besides for the red blotches, was pale and drawn. She looked terrible, she decided.
Whimpering, Sarah laid her head down on the vanity, her dark hair covering her face. Her shoulders shook with repressed sobs, as she fought against herself to regain some form of poise. A sob escaped her lips, and she began to shake harder, wrapping her arms around her chest as if to ward off some bone-deep cold. She rocked back and forth on her stool, shivering and crying uncontrollably.
"It's not fair! It's not…fair…" Sarah sobbed her words echoing in the silence of her bedroom. She shivered again, rubbing her arms to try and generate heat that she didn't need. Her stomach rolled and dipped, and she had to fight to keep her food down.
Slowly, the girl managed to stand up and stumble to her bed, curling into a small ball and clutching at the comforter. The white of her bedspread was soon stained with teardrops, a small wet spot spreading out across it.
She choked on another sob, and clutched wildly at her pillow, trying to hold back the bone-deep sobs that threatened to tear her apart. Shaking still, Sarah pulled the covers of her bed back, and wiggled underneath them, trying to get warm.
Nobody wanted her. That was the one thing that rang in her mind. Nobody wanted her. Not her father, not her mother, no one.
"Nobody wants you…can you blame them? I wouldn't want me either." Sarah wept, still trembling beneath the covers. "I wish…I wish…"
She cut herself off once again, still weeping uncontrollably. "I can't even…"
Sobs racked her form once more, and she began to shake, her soul craving the love that she never had from anyone. Her heart broke in her chest every second, and her body quivered with the need for someone to touch her, to hold her, to love her.
"My poor Sarah." A soft voice murmured into her hair. "My poor, sweet child."
Sarah looked up, her eyes searching for the source of the voice. There was no one in her room, and she marked it down to her mind playing tricks on her. Turning back to her pillow, she felt a fresh volley of tears threaten in her eyes. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest, and she began to cry once again, salty tears making there way down her cheeks. She could taste the tiny droplets of pain on her lips when she licked them.
A soft hand caressing her hair made her look up again, but just as before, there was no one there. Blinking, Sarah knew that she hadn't just imagined that. She sat up, twisting her head to and fro.
"Hello?" She called, her voice sounding strange to her. "Who's there?"
Again, she got no answer, just the mournful howling of the wind outside her window. Shaking her head, Sarah curled her legs up under her, hugging her pillow tightly. Again, the soft hand was back, stroking her hair…
The girl gave up trying to see her phantom comforter, just allowing herself to have the dubious relief of being held by another soul, even if she couldn't see them or feel them.
In another world, staring though one of his crystals, Jareth allowed a single tear to slid from his eyes as he watched the woman he loved in pain.
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By: Darkchilde
midnights_jewel_purple@yahoo.com
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Sarah Williams sat in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and her dark eyes were red-rimmed. Her face was blotchy, and her nose was so red she could play Rudolph in her school's Christmas play with no trouble at all. Her hands shook slightly as she reached with a tear-soaked Kleenex to dab at her face. Her lips trembled, and her skin, besides for the red blotches, was pale and drawn. She looked terrible, she decided.
Whimpering, Sarah laid her head down on the vanity, her dark hair covering her face. Her shoulders shook with repressed sobs, as she fought against herself to regain some form of poise. A sob escaped her lips, and she began to shake harder, wrapping her arms around her chest as if to ward off some bone-deep cold. She rocked back and forth on her stool, shivering and crying uncontrollably.
"It's not fair! It's not…fair…" Sarah sobbed her words echoing in the silence of her bedroom. She shivered again, rubbing her arms to try and generate heat that she didn't need. Her stomach rolled and dipped, and she had to fight to keep her food down.
Slowly, the girl managed to stand up and stumble to her bed, curling into a small ball and clutching at the comforter. The white of her bedspread was soon stained with teardrops, a small wet spot spreading out across it.
She choked on another sob, and clutched wildly at her pillow, trying to hold back the bone-deep sobs that threatened to tear her apart. Shaking still, Sarah pulled the covers of her bed back, and wiggled underneath them, trying to get warm.
Nobody wanted her. That was the one thing that rang in her mind. Nobody wanted her. Not her father, not her mother, no one.
"Nobody wants you…can you blame them? I wouldn't want me either." Sarah wept, still trembling beneath the covers. "I wish…I wish…"
She cut herself off once again, still weeping uncontrollably. "I can't even…"
Sobs racked her form once more, and she began to shake, her soul craving the love that she never had from anyone. Her heart broke in her chest every second, and her body quivered with the need for someone to touch her, to hold her, to love her.
"My poor Sarah." A soft voice murmured into her hair. "My poor, sweet child."
Sarah looked up, her eyes searching for the source of the voice. There was no one in her room, and she marked it down to her mind playing tricks on her. Turning back to her pillow, she felt a fresh volley of tears threaten in her eyes. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest, and she began to cry once again, salty tears making there way down her cheeks. She could taste the tiny droplets of pain on her lips when she licked them.
A soft hand caressing her hair made her look up again, but just as before, there was no one there. Blinking, Sarah knew that she hadn't just imagined that. She sat up, twisting her head to and fro.
"Hello?" She called, her voice sounding strange to her. "Who's there?"
Again, she got no answer, just the mournful howling of the wind outside her window. Shaking her head, Sarah curled her legs up under her, hugging her pillow tightly. Again, the soft hand was back, stroking her hair…
The girl gave up trying to see her phantom comforter, just allowing herself to have the dubious relief of being held by another soul, even if she couldn't see them or feel them.
In another world, staring though one of his crystals, Jareth allowed a single tear to slid from his eyes as he watched the woman he loved in pain.
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