Her lips parted, letting out a shaky breath. She almost said unforgivable words. The words 'I wish" would never pass from her lips again. She absolutely refused to let them. Many times she had been tempted to say them, just to see him again. She knew she would feel guilty though, so she didn't.
Shaking her head to clear it, she took a step backwards into the wall, as if he could see her. " I apologize for hurting you. If you never want to see me again, I will completely understand." A sigh rattled its way through her. This was a frustrating situation, as were most of warring head and heart.
"Why?" His voice cracked, coming through the telephone broken.
Again, this was no easy question. "There was only ever one for me. I tried to replace him and now I'm too broken to be what you want me to be." A sniffle came from the other end. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, before hanging up. She put the phone down and cried. her tears were for the failed relationship, and the love she had naïvely lost.
Jareth slowly opened an eye, angry at the creatures for disturbing his nap. The goblins came into the room in a horde, chattering and boisterously laughing. Shaking his head, he decided that it was more trouble than it was worth just to keep them out. His bedroom had a lock on it, and he planned to use it.
"Your majesty, where are you going?"
"Away." Was his short reply. He had become callous and guarded.
After making it to his room he squeezed his eyes shut, a pained expression flashing across his face. Before it could be noticed, he schooled his expression, returning to the cold mask.
She had managed to get herself into so much trouble. Nothing had been worth it. None of it was. As quickly as her frustration and determination came to her, it left. It left her feeling drained. She desperately tried to pull back that moment of clarity, but it was almost as if she had imagined it. And things not being real was a hurtful topic to her.
Sleep would theoretically help. She knew it would leave her feeling tired and helpless though, so she refrained, fighting off the pain in her skull, pushing her self to last just one more minute. Just one minute more...
Should you need us... Those words echoed in her mind as the dream faded. Her tear-stained eyes slowly opened, the dried tears cracking painfully against her skin. Sitting up, she felt tired and pained. No amount of sleep seemed to cure her.
Was it really worth it? Her mind spun with the possibilities. It wouldn't hurt to just talk to Hoggle, right?
A deep breath in through her nose, and she walked over to her mirror. She just stared for a while. Louder louder, the voice in my head. Whispers taunting, all the things you said... Her phone went off and she jumped. This was a fitting song. She just stared at the mirror for a while, eyes focused on something distant, unable to utter those words, lest it be too much and still not enough.
A few days later...
Katherine was a patient girl. She really was. And Sarah had exhausted her patience time and time again. The worst part about it, was that she didn't hear the news of Sarah's breakup from Sarah. It was from some gossip girl who she desperately wanted to hit in the head with a book. A heavy book with 900 pages.
"Sarah." She spoke, her warning tones lost on the empty female just beyond the locked door. "Open, or I break it." When she head no move from the other side of the wood, Katherine pulled a lock picking set from her back pocket. This wasn't the first time. And something was going to change, because this was sure as hell the last.
The voice on the other side of the door seemed familiar, but it still didn't pull her out of her trance. Millions of her own face stared back at her. Red eyes and tear stained skin stared back at her, almost mocking.
Sarah heard the scratching. It just didn't click. Everything was through a tunnel. Even when her friend opened the door, it still seemed unreal. Then again, everything seemed more real to her than reality. A sob tore though her.
Angry red lines spread across her wrists and thighs. Her once clean bed spread was now riddled with cuts. The mirror on her dresser had been shattered. Every beat of her heart caused more pain. She hadn't moved from her spot since it happened, and shards of glass still were stuck in the soles of her feet. Either she didn't feel them, or they had severed nerves.
"What happened?" The whisper came from near her. She couldn't do anything but whimper in response.
"What happened?" I asked again, with a little more insistence.
Hurt welled up in Katherine's chest. Whoever caused this was going to know the true depths of hell when she was done. "You'd never believe me if I told you." Was the quiet response, choked out through a few tears.
"Tell me. I won't judge. I will be here just as I am now. Tell me." Nothing said seemed to help. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, a whisper ghosted past Sarah's cracked and bleeding lips.
"None of them came." The statement was immediately followed by a cry of distress.
Jareth felt a tingling in his chest, the stirrings of a feeling he locked away, yet allowed to consume him in it's fiery pain. Hurt. He took a few deep breaths and attempted to figure out where the feeling was spawning from, and had no luck as the pain ebbed away. Nothing was causing him distress. It was a normal day in the castle.
A squawk brought him back to his throne room, a couple small goblins looking at him curiously. "What!?" He snapped, sending them chasing after the chickens and not looking at their Majesty.
Things had not been the same, and anymore in the labyrinth, they were strange. Goings on in the Kingdom had been something that Jareth threw himself into wholeheartedly, making sure there was no spare room for any heart ache or loss. Why wouldn't he? Any creature in the kingdom seeing an excess of weakness, might try and attack, causing many casualties, and he didn't want that. Of course not. What king would?
His odd eyes flicked up to the clock, watching and waiting for 9 so he could begin the usual maintenance of troublemakers.
