Pain. Dull yet blinding pain.
As I opened my eyes I knew that once again I had overworked myself. My joints ached as I walked, my back was bent. I was an old lady at this moment, barely having the strength to move. Sitting up required my full attention, thinking each move precisely and accurately. By the time I got to the phone, my joints were somewhat back in shape. I dialed Ludmilla's number. She answered on the first ring. She said something in Russian in a tone that made me want to run.
"Umm, hello?" I said, nervous of what she was going to say. Ludmilla wasn't like most people. She thought that getting your way meant fighting for it, even if fighting wasn't necessary. Sarah always felt bad for Ludmilla, wondering what kind of environment she must have lived in to keep her in such a wary state.
"Oh Sarah, I am sorry, is there a question about the choreography?
"No."
"Then what is it?"
" I overworked myself. May I have the day off?"
"Yes, but next time you must be responsible for your actions, you cant just overwork yourself, you have to work yourself in controlled portions. Also in the evening come down to the stage, and run through the whole dance once. I have to go."
The phone went dead. I sat down on the floor. Easy for her to say that. She was the on yelling at us that we needed to work harder. Push harder. Get more flexible. Get thinner. Eat the right foods. She was the one molding us into her dream dancers, and she just couldn't get the fact that we couldn't always be perfect dolls that could bend in any direction. As I sat there my thoughts started to wander. Different directions. I should actually say, the direction. I stood up telling myself that I would make some tea for myself to calm down my body. I turned the kettle on and wandered in to the living room where my little red book was still lying, the page open, to the picture of the goblin king. As I looked closer I saw that there were marks on the couch as if someone had been sitting there recently. Someone bigger then I was. That was when I started hearing voices. Laughing voices.
Sarah.
I spun around but there was no one here or there or anywhere.
Sarah come home.
"How? How do I do this?" I closed my eyes. Listening intently.
Say the right words.
The laughter faded into nothing-ness. What were the right words? I don't know. If I did I would have said them a long time ago. I stood there in the middle of the room, questions running through my head at the speed of light.
I heard the kettle shut off. Time for tea. As I sat at my table, I consulted he little red book. Reading it, I was only looking for details that could help me. When I found what I had been doing wrong. The book said,
'The Goblin King only appeared to the people that have wished other people away ' I snapped the book shut. Was my longing enough to wish myself away to the goblin king?
Last Night
Jareth
Tonight found me, in Sarah's room. I was looking at sleeping form of the girl. Her breaths were like a melody, a lilting in and out. As my eyes roamed, around her. She had barely changed from the last time that I had seen her. Her body was just a little more curvier, but still as thin as before. Her hair was still long, longer than before. Although there was a small smile on her face, she looked worn out. Tired. Shifting my eyes away from the girl, I took a little stroll through her room. The music box was still displayed, on the book case that she kept. Books were lined up on this book case, and as I read these titles there was something familiar about them.
Jungle Books
Alice in Wonderland.
Romeo and Juliet
Emma
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
To Kill a Mockingbird
As look through the titles I saw that spelled: Jareth The Goblin King Is A Dream.
My dear Sarah thought I was a dream? Then why did she ask for me? Something awoke in me.
A desire.
Something I had been trying to cover up. I looked away from the book case to Sarah. Walking over to her I kissed her on her lips. Sleeping Sarah stirred but didn't move away from me.
"Good dreams, my lovely Sarah"
Knowing that once a human has been kissed by a fae, magic has bound them together.
Preferably, forever.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable, book titles, places, names etc, aren't mine.
A/N:I am thinking of abandoning this story, until I get my other one done. I won't continue, unless you guys persuade me not to, otherwise…
Thank you for reading!
