The long and winding road
Chapter one
Sally slowly paced back and forth across her room, the shuffling of her feet mingled with the sounds of screaming and wailing through the town. She had been confined to her room by the professor for slipping deadly nightshade into his tea and sneaking out to see Jack in the grave yard. She could not stop thinking about him and the kiss on the hill, it had been so simple then and it had seemed that they were truly meant to be, but things had gone so wrong. The dreamland that she had been living in was brutally shattered by the one woman who could do so, Lady Sorrow, Jack's ex. A crackling noise outside her window broke her reverie. The cackling sound was coming steadily closer. Her window opened and Sorrow was floating there.
"Speak of the devil." Sally murmured. Sorrow's head flicked her way. Her beady eyes bored holes in Sally's.
"What did you say?" Sorrow hissed. As she floated into the room a dark smoke followed her. "Won't you welcome the goddess of chaos?" she had an air to her voice that seemed to say 'I am the ruler of all and everyone else is shit, and should worship me'.
"Is there something you want, Sorrow?" Sally asked a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I would like to know if you and Jack are infatuated with each other." She stated it as if Sally had no choice but to answer. Sally's fake sing-song voice replied,
"And why, may I ask would you want to know that?" she resisted the urge to yell at this woman to go fuck herself and to leave her and Jack alone.
"Because, Jack is my love." This statement tore her soul apart and she ached at the thought of them together.
"Does he love you back?" Sally asked feebly.
"Yes, he does." She said, oblivious to Sally's defeated appearance.
"Jack loves you?" she asked with strain in her voice, gaining a look of disgust from Sorrow at her slumped figure.
"Well, are you going to answer my question?" she asked, clearly tired of the situation.
"I don't know anymore." Sally sighed incredulous that there would be a question that he loved her, but she just was not sure anymore. Sorrow left and Sally was left to wallow in her own sadness. Was Sorrow telling the truth? She was confused by the hope that Sorrow wanted Jack to love her but he didn't, though he could definitely prefer a gorgeous dark goddess over an innocent rag doll. She walked over to her bed and laid down. She needed to quiet her mind, she was playing devils advocate against herself and it was giving her a throbbing headache. She cleared her mind the best she could and decided to get some rest; she would go and see Jack in the morning.