Dear...Jack

October 31st

The doctor told me to write on this if ever I have the urge to talk to someone. He said that it would make me less stressed. That, and he didn't want me in the way while everyone worked on Halloween plans.

It's really quiet. I think I'm alone. If he hadn't locked the door I would have left as well.

I'm not in the mood to talk about feelings right now.

Sorry.

November 1st

It's been very horrible lately.

The Doctor still refuses to let me roam outside the house. This has been going on for almost a year; how long am I exactly supposed to stay cooped up in this dark bedroom?

Apparently yesterday had been a lot of fun. I heard that it was the best so far, and that the Pumpkin King was as magnificent as ever. But I have to wonder...who is he?

I've never even seen him before, since I don't ever recall visitors coming to our house. Well, maybe that's because I've always been forced in here whenever the doorbell's rung. Hmm.

The Doctor says the man is a genius when it comes to scaring and planning the holiday. The only thing, according to him, was that the ruler was too lose and rash. If something intrigued him, then he would go overboard with the ideas and actions.

Like I've said, I don't know him.

But one of these days, I'll manage to sneak out and see the town for myself instead of listening to the Doctor's tales.

But how to go about doing that?

November 2nd

I'm writing right now just because I got in trouble. What exactly did I do anyway?

Ah, well, I have nothing better to do anyway. It's cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, taking verbal abuse, and forced sleeping everyday. That's my life. As a creation and (if I may say so) daughter, that's all my use in life.

Isn't that depressing?

Oh, look. The light on the huge tower is on. I'm not sure if that's where the Pumpkin King lives. I think so. This is strange. I've seen the light on a lot of times before. Could he actually not need sleep? Then again, we don't really have to sleep; it's a perk of being dead. I think everyone just refuels themselves with that.

I do it to pass time.

It's an odd thought, but I want to see this ruler of ours.

Maybe I'll even ask him if he needs sleep.

November 4th

For being bad, I was forced to stay awake all night last night fixing up around the house. You wouldn't believe what I found in the library.

I couldn't write yesterday either. I didn't have the time. But no matter. I didn't have anything I want to say anyway.

I don't now either.

November 5th

I really hate that old man. The one day the Pumpkin King comes to visit, he shuts me away. Really! I had one chance! Well, I have one chance; the guy's still here. I'm hoping sharing this will give me an idea on to what to do next so I can see him. If I bang on the door, would that work? I heard he was very curious. And the Doctor did say 'curiosity killed the cat' once or twice to me before when I was trying to open the front door. Is that why our King died?

Now I really want to get out. But how?

Oh, I'll just see what I can do.

November 6th

...wow...

I don't even know what to say. I guess I could start with 'it worked'. Ooh, look, my handwriting's so shaky. I'm still hyped up about it.

I saw the Pumpkin King. Heck, I met him. His name is Jack Skellington. He was so polite when he introduced himself to me. I was right, by the way, when I said he was so curious. All I had to do was bang and slam my body against the door (which I did not feel) and woosh! It opens up and there he is, worried and surprised all the same. I don't ever recall imagining his face to be completely monstrous, but even I was shocked to see he actually looked so...pretty. In a manly way. How is it possible that the most fearsome, deadly, scariest man in Halloween Town, our King, had the face of an adorable skeleton angel? He was tall, very thin, and not mention just plain handsome!

I remember that I had...this weird feeling at the bottom of my stomach. It was near the left side of my chest, too. And I think the Doctor turned the heater up because I felt much too warm. I wonder what these things are...

Oh, he was really sweet. I almost fell over when he opened the door! But, no, he managed to catch me right before I tumbled into him.

And I'll never forget the exact words he told me, the first words I heard from him:

"Are you alright, Miss? You look extremely horrible, if I may say so myself."

Sigh...wasn't that nice? That is by far the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone say to me! Ever!

After that, he helped me to my feet and introduced himself. I don't think he knew who I was, because he asked me if I was new. I was so shy! I swear, I froze up when he questioned me. Maybe the Doctor was right about me not being able to socialize well...

I did manage to say I've been around for about a year or so. I told him that the Doctor created me.

Then he said the oddest thing: "Oh! So you're the rag-doll invention he had me look over!"

"Look over"? What did that mean? I think Jack mentioned something about Doctor Finklestein asking him for permission to 'construct' a new monster and so when he agreed, he was allowed to see the progress every now and then. But he forgot after the Doctor paused the project for a while.

"You are Sally, yes?" he asked me after he finished explaining all the details. You know, I couldn't even pick up some of the words he had used.

He apologized for not checking in on me, or something along those lines. I said I didn't mind.

"We must meet up somewhere! I'd love to know more about you."

That comment has been stuck in my mind the whole time, even before I decided to write this! Only, I didn't reply because I heard the Doctor come up and I begged Jack not to say anything about it. I could tell he was confused, but he did agree, and even offered to lock me back in so it didn't look like I had even left. I thanked him, told him it was nice to meet the Pumpkin King, and slipped inside. He barely closed the door when I heard my creator's voice asking Jack why he was standing there.

He replied, said something I couldn't make out, and (from what I could hear outside) followed the Doctor to the laboratory.

That was yesterday night.

And yet, I still have this odd, happy feeling that just doesn't seem to want to go away.

Is it a sickness? Maybe the Doctor will know how to cure it.

Author's Notes: I was so bored. I haven't done any TNBC fics yet, so I did one now. Sally/Jack! Yes, the grammar is kinda weird since Sally's writing this.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas, its characters, etc. If I did...everything would be pretty messed up.