"It's not fair!" the voice echoed so loud that Sarah jerked up from her sleep.
She looked around her small apartment as she tried to calm down. She crawled from her bed and hurried into the bathroom, still in a sleepy, drunken state. Flicking the bathroom light on, she stood in front of the mirror as she looked at her disheveled appearance. Sweat dripped furiously down her forehead as she shook, her eyes blood shot from her night out with her best friend Siren, and smelling highly of booze.
She faintly remembered Siren walking her to the door and helped her change. She had barely made it to her bed before she had collapsed not only from the large intake of booze but exhaustion as well.
While she thought, she had drawn herself a large bubble bath, hoping this would relax her some. She sunk into the vanilla scented waters trying to lose herself and her problems. She had been so lonely and so upset since that faithful night five years ago. Other days she could keep herself occupied and pushed those hurt feelings into the back of her mind. Yet, today was different. Every minute that passed she fell into deeper misery until Siren had suggested they go out.
Somehow, Siren had convinced her that there was nothing better to do and they had out for the night. The two had ended up in a local club, the bass blaring as the floors practically quaked under their feet. As soon as Sarah stepped into the small, drunken holler, she was whisked onto the dance floor with Siren. They rocked their hips to the beat and never missed a step. After what seemed like hours, Sarah was sitting at the bar.
She eyed her glass of Diet Coke, still not able to shake the miserable feeling that shook her. 'How could I be so stupid' she thought to herself in silence. She grabbed a handful of dark brown tresses, half tempted to pull it out as she groaned. Her head tilted up as she looked at the bar tender as she sighed softly. "Cranberry and Vodka, please," she said, having lost all hope.
When her drink came, she downed it fiercely, trying to drown her sorrow. Her head was swimming with thoughts that she had pushed away for so long.
'Why did I tell him no? What if he meant it? If he really meant it, he would have come back by now'
Sarah was questioning every part of herself. She had built who she was on that journey. It was part of who she was. Now, it felt that every part of it was just a far-fetched dream.
Five cranberry and vodkas later, Siren has scraped Sarah off the bar top and practically carried Sarah to her car. For once, Sarah was glad that Siren never drank. There was no telling where either of the girls would end up. Sarah had remembered that being somewhere around midnight and found it a lost cause to try and remember much more.
She leaned back in her bath tub, sighing now. She wished she had never gone. The liquor had subdued her memory for some time. Yet, not only were her memories back but she had a wicked hangover. She trashed her arms with a scream and relaxed once more.
Looking out the bathroom door, she could see the figurine that sat on her dresser. The tall man with blonde hair, mix-matched eyes, and regal clothes stared back at her mockingly. She laid her head on the side of the tub as she stared at it. He held a crystal towards her, like he did all those years ago.
She stared at it longingly, for what seemed like forever. She tilted her head as she spoke, "You offered me my dreams once. Little did you know that you're everything I dream of, Goblin King. I wonder if you'd still do the same if you knew. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I had never said no. Did you mean it when you said those words? Do you long for me, Jareth? Do you long for me the way I for you every night? Every night for the last five years, I've been hoping you'd show up and ask me again. If I didn't have to save my brother, I would have said yes. I wonder if you remember what today is. Five years ago on this very day, I met you for the first time and you stole my heart. You still have it now…" She was staring at the figure, wondering if it could hear her words.
She sighed and stood from the bath. Sarah found that she wasn't ready for the cold that braced her body so freely, but continued on. She walked naked from the bathroom as she brushed her wet hair, and then sat the brush aside as she took her night clothes from the dresser.
She had finished dressing and found her way back to her bed, which was now incased in darkness just like everything else in her apartment. Yet, the light from the moon cascaded through the windowpane, catching the figurine of the one and only Goblin King. 'Goblin king…that's so...evil. He was far from evil. He was everything that she wanted him to be. Just like he had said.'
She was quickly losing the battle against the sleep that was forcefully trying to claim her. Her wondering eyes still loomed over the figurine as she spoke freely once more," I miss you, Jareth. I wish you were here."
Sarah fell into a deep sleep after that. The thunder roared outside her window, but she was in such a sound sleep that she never ever stirred. In fact, she was so sound asleep, that she never even heard the figure that entered her now open window.
The figure could only stare at Sarah in shock. He sat quietly along the side of her bed as he shook quietly. His figure was outlined in the moon, exposing his blonde wispy hair, slim figure, and mis-matched eyes.
"My precious thing, I've been waiting for you to make that wish for five years now. I love you, my sweetest Sarah."
When the sun began to shine through the window, Sarah opened her eyes. She looked around her small room. Sarah felt as if something was very off about the place now. She stood slowly, walking out her bedroom door and down the hall in silence. The smell of breakfast food seemed to hit her like a hammer to the place as she rounded the corner to the kitchen.
Peeking around the corner to view the intruder, all she saw was blonde hair buzzing around as he let out a hum. She swallowed hard as she grabbed a book from the shelf across from her. She raised the book above her head as she stepped into the kitchen, ready to swing. At that moment the man turned to face her with a smile.
"Good-morning, Sarah," Jareth smiled as he chuckled at her.
The book fell from her hands as she fell back against the wall with a weak gasp.
"J-..Jareth, what are you doing here?" Sarah asked as she stared up at him.
"Why, Precious. You wished me," he replied with a coy smile.
_]First Fan-fiction…ever. Hope you guys like it. Reviews will determine how and if this story ends. :)