A/N: LOOK EVERYONE! I'm FINALLY UPDATING! IT'S THE APOCOLYPSE! Ahem..yes. Here you go. Sorry it took so long. Please review.
She screamed. Loud, she could tell by the obnoxious shouts of the people in the neighboring apartments, but she could stop. Something was dancing in the shadows of her room, and she didn't know what it was.
"Sarah!" Sam came running into the room and immediately flung his arms around her, checking her for injury. "Sarah! Sarah, what happened? What's the matter?"
She stopped screaming and buried her face in Sam's chest. "Something in the corner." She sobbed.
Sam frowned and walked over to where she began pointing to and looked around. After a few moments of looking around he came up with a pair of his sweatpants. He raised an eyebrow. "Is this what you were so afraid of?" He asked.
She shook her head in disbelief. "No! It was moving, I promise! It was something else." She grabbed the sweatpants and waved them around, as if to demonstrate her point.
Sam just smiled and sat down on the bed beside her. "Listen, honey, you're just tired. What with the book and all, you just need rest. Come on, let's go to bed and you'll feel better-"
Sarah cut him off, jumping to her feet. "No! Sam you don't understand! Damnit, every time something like this happens you never believe me! You just dismiss it like a dream from overwork! Jesus, is it too much to ask for you to believe me once in a while?" She shouted, not caring about the neighbors.
Sam responded with retaliation. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to believe you when you say that my sweatpants are moving across the room? Christ, Sarah, dismissing it as over work is the only way for me to stay sane! Do you want me to say that my girlfriend is a basket case?"
"I'm a basket case? Is that what you think I am?" Sarah snarled.
"No, Sarah, I-" He struggled. "Yes, you're a fucking Basket case, is that what you want?" He slammed his fist into the nightstand for emphasis, knocking down her notebook.
She just stared at him in horror, taking a step away from him. His eyes widened, and he stepped toward her. She batted him away and ran from the room, tore open the front door, and took off down the stair, Sam calling after her.
She ran down the stair and slipped on her puddles, falling a few steps and slamming her shin into a bar. Wincing with pain she looked down and saw blood mixing with rain on her leg.
Gritting her teeth, she got back up and continued her running, out the door and down the street. She ran in front of traffic, nearly getting hit by an angry taxi driver. She kept running, though, into a park. She had spent time writing in that park many times, but somehow it seemed larger, and more ominous. But she ran straight into it, tears of sadness and exhaustion streaming down her face.
When she was in the park it seemed darker, cruel, even. She tripped over something and went flying, face first, into a large puddle. There she stayed, and broke down. Her body shuddered with pain and tears. She clutched her injured leg, dismissing her injured pride.
It was all too much. That thing in her room, Sam, Jareth, all too much.
The rain beat down on her hard, drenching her body from head to toe, her small frame exposed her clothing clinging to her body with water. She thought about getting up, but didn't. She couldn't.
She could hear something. Wings, maybe? She couldn't tell. All she could be sure of was the rain, and the dark, and the fading.