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9/4 Dear Diary
I guess I haven't written in here for awhile. Looking back, my last entry was before I entered the Labyrinth. Twisting mazes, trick goblins, and the terrible king who reigned over it all. He captured my heart as I fought my way through his puzzles, my mind set on Toby. I never realized how enchanting he was, my mind too intent on finding my baby brother to notice.
What a fool I was. He was generous. He did take Toby when I asked. He offered me my dreams, but I refused. If only then did I realize all my dreams would be filled with thoughts of the Labyrinth and longings for him. How my heart yearns! He offered me everything and I refused! When I said the final words, I didn't defeat him, I betrayed him. I shattered his world as I shattered the final I stood in. His world that was carefully built on fantasies, constructed by dreams.
His world was my mind, full of hopes and dreams, fantasy yet still real. More real then the dreams I held, that I put away in the back of my mind as I put the pictures from my mirror and my copy of the Labyrinth into the drawer of my desk. I flip through that book once in awhile, gaze at my mother smiling up at me from the photographs, but my old dreams have been replaced by new ones filled with swirling music, a colorful ballroom, a gorgeous king gazing into my eyes as we dance, and a bitter betrayal in the end.
After destroying the Labyrinth with a few simple words spoken through a foolish mouth and brining back a selfish baby in place of my freedom, I have been miserable. Every night I am left at home taking care of Toby, every night I think of having the goblins take him back and reclaiming my dreams, yet every night I cannot bring myself to face him again, see the betrayal in his eyes again, see the ruin of the Labyrinth, the debris of the goblin city, and the broken walls of the castle.
I am writing this as I sit in bed, robbed of sleep by my mistake years ago, trying to prepare myself for my last year of school. I start my senior year in high school tomarrow. Maybe I'll be able to reclaim sleep I've lost through thoughts of the past during class like I did all last year. Or will my dreams be filled with betrayed faces, lost friends, and shattered dreams? I haven't seen Hoggle or the others after that night. The party when I got back at midnight wasn't real. My exhausted mind had created it. I had run to check on Toby and then went back to my room and put my book away. After my dad called to me to say they were home, I had fallen asleep with my head on my desk. Dad had come into my room when I didn't reply the second time he called and put me in bed. All my new friends in my room after the Labyrinth was a dream. Even the owl outside my window was a dream. I haven't seen Jareth or any owls after that nigh except in my dreams, playing over and over my last words and his look of betrayal and shattered love as the crystal popped like a fragile bubble in his hand.
Every night I look out my window before I switch off my lamp, hoping to catch a glimpse of the king who haunts my dreams. Every night the tree outside my window is empty, its leaves already gone, bare branches reaching out to the stars. No owl sits outside, waiting for me to say the right words that will free me from Toby. Will he come if I say them? Will he listen to my apologies that can't possibly compensate for his ruined kingdom?
Reading through all my previous entries, I realize how foolish I was. How immature. All my dreams were childish dribble! All I was concerned about was when the fairy tale book I had placed a hold on would arrive at the library. The pages are filled with nothing but complaints about how selfish Toby was, or how unfair my stepmother. What a brat I was! I was the selfish one. The unfair one. I was nothing but rude to my stepmother. She seemed unfair to me because she was doing her best to put up with my rudeness. There realizations come too late, however. Karen had been killed in a car accident coming home from work a year ago. A drunk driver was going too fast when he ran the red light. His reaction dulled by countless amounts of alcohol, he didn't stop before he hit her parked car! She was just getting in to her car when his car sped out of control and jumped the curb, slamming into the back of her car where it was parked. He was saved by his seatbelt while she was sent flying.
Dad was devastated upon hearing the news. I'm still numb. I fear what will state my mind will be in if the numbness ever goes away. Toby doesn't remember her so I guess he doesn't quite comprehend that his mother is gone. The doctors say she died quickly, didn't suffer at all. I hope they're right. She didn't deserve it. No one does.
I can feel sleep creeping up on me, so it is time I end this passage. I wish, though, that I could change the past. If not stop Karen from getting in the car at that moment, or stop myself from saying the final words, then stop myself from saying the words that started it all. Maybe then these dreams of Jareth and his kingdom wouldn't haunt me and rob me of my sleep. I would stay comfortably in my fantasy world of old and not lay awake at night, regretting my foolish choice of saying those words.
Wishes don't comfort me anymore. Nothing does. With these thoughts in mind I will wait for sleep and pray for these tormenting dreams to end, for they rob me of my sanity. Soon I will have nothing left but my haunting dreams, glimpses of my king in mind. I leave on this note until later.
~Sarah~
She closed her diary and looked at the cover for a moment before replacing it in the drawer with her copy of the Labyrinth. She had removed her bookmark from the page holding the final words. She stopped practicing that scene after she got back. She couldn't bare to say the words ever again. Closing the drawer, Sarah stood up from the seat by her desk and lay down on her bed. Switching off the light, she waited for the dreams to claim her, to fill her mind with vivid images of her journey through the Labyrinth.
Please, read, review, help me out on the next chapter!
~Kellie, a.k.a Alamarana
9/4 Dear Diary
I guess I haven't written in here for awhile. Looking back, my last entry was before I entered the Labyrinth. Twisting mazes, trick goblins, and the terrible king who reigned over it all. He captured my heart as I fought my way through his puzzles, my mind set on Toby. I never realized how enchanting he was, my mind too intent on finding my baby brother to notice.
What a fool I was. He was generous. He did take Toby when I asked. He offered me my dreams, but I refused. If only then did I realize all my dreams would be filled with thoughts of the Labyrinth and longings for him. How my heart yearns! He offered me everything and I refused! When I said the final words, I didn't defeat him, I betrayed him. I shattered his world as I shattered the final I stood in. His world that was carefully built on fantasies, constructed by dreams.
His world was my mind, full of hopes and dreams, fantasy yet still real. More real then the dreams I held, that I put away in the back of my mind as I put the pictures from my mirror and my copy of the Labyrinth into the drawer of my desk. I flip through that book once in awhile, gaze at my mother smiling up at me from the photographs, but my old dreams have been replaced by new ones filled with swirling music, a colorful ballroom, a gorgeous king gazing into my eyes as we dance, and a bitter betrayal in the end.
After destroying the Labyrinth with a few simple words spoken through a foolish mouth and brining back a selfish baby in place of my freedom, I have been miserable. Every night I am left at home taking care of Toby, every night I think of having the goblins take him back and reclaiming my dreams, yet every night I cannot bring myself to face him again, see the betrayal in his eyes again, see the ruin of the Labyrinth, the debris of the goblin city, and the broken walls of the castle.
I am writing this as I sit in bed, robbed of sleep by my mistake years ago, trying to prepare myself for my last year of school. I start my senior year in high school tomarrow. Maybe I'll be able to reclaim sleep I've lost through thoughts of the past during class like I did all last year. Or will my dreams be filled with betrayed faces, lost friends, and shattered dreams? I haven't seen Hoggle or the others after that night. The party when I got back at midnight wasn't real. My exhausted mind had created it. I had run to check on Toby and then went back to my room and put my book away. After my dad called to me to say they were home, I had fallen asleep with my head on my desk. Dad had come into my room when I didn't reply the second time he called and put me in bed. All my new friends in my room after the Labyrinth was a dream. Even the owl outside my window was a dream. I haven't seen Jareth or any owls after that nigh except in my dreams, playing over and over my last words and his look of betrayal and shattered love as the crystal popped like a fragile bubble in his hand.
Every night I look out my window before I switch off my lamp, hoping to catch a glimpse of the king who haunts my dreams. Every night the tree outside my window is empty, its leaves already gone, bare branches reaching out to the stars. No owl sits outside, waiting for me to say the right words that will free me from Toby. Will he come if I say them? Will he listen to my apologies that can't possibly compensate for his ruined kingdom?
Reading through all my previous entries, I realize how foolish I was. How immature. All my dreams were childish dribble! All I was concerned about was when the fairy tale book I had placed a hold on would arrive at the library. The pages are filled with nothing but complaints about how selfish Toby was, or how unfair my stepmother. What a brat I was! I was the selfish one. The unfair one. I was nothing but rude to my stepmother. She seemed unfair to me because she was doing her best to put up with my rudeness. There realizations come too late, however. Karen had been killed in a car accident coming home from work a year ago. A drunk driver was going too fast when he ran the red light. His reaction dulled by countless amounts of alcohol, he didn't stop before he hit her parked car! She was just getting in to her car when his car sped out of control and jumped the curb, slamming into the back of her car where it was parked. He was saved by his seatbelt while she was sent flying.
Dad was devastated upon hearing the news. I'm still numb. I fear what will state my mind will be in if the numbness ever goes away. Toby doesn't remember her so I guess he doesn't quite comprehend that his mother is gone. The doctors say she died quickly, didn't suffer at all. I hope they're right. She didn't deserve it. No one does.
I can feel sleep creeping up on me, so it is time I end this passage. I wish, though, that I could change the past. If not stop Karen from getting in the car at that moment, or stop myself from saying the final words, then stop myself from saying the words that started it all. Maybe then these dreams of Jareth and his kingdom wouldn't haunt me and rob me of my sleep. I would stay comfortably in my fantasy world of old and not lay awake at night, regretting my foolish choice of saying those words.
Wishes don't comfort me anymore. Nothing does. With these thoughts in mind I will wait for sleep and pray for these tormenting dreams to end, for they rob me of my sanity. Soon I will have nothing left but my haunting dreams, glimpses of my king in mind. I leave on this note until later.
~Sarah~
She closed her diary and looked at the cover for a moment before replacing it in the drawer with her copy of the Labyrinth. She had removed her bookmark from the page holding the final words. She stopped practicing that scene after she got back. She couldn't bare to say the words ever again. Closing the drawer, Sarah stood up from the seat by her desk and lay down on her bed. Switching off the light, she waited for the dreams to claim her, to fill her mind with vivid images of her journey through the Labyrinth.
Please, read, review, help me out on the next chapter!
~Kellie, a.k.a Alamarana