Author Note: I wrote this in a very depressed state, and this is what i really wish could happen...
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She traced the face in her mirror. Lost in her own pain she never heard the window open. Tears drained from her gray eyes. She kept the Celtic cross close to her heart, as in fear what would happen if she didn't. Folding her face in her arms on the dresser she cried even harder. The window closed.
"Why do you wallow and wish for change, but don't change a thing?" She turned around franticly and saw Jareth sitting on her bed. He had a strange sad expression on his face. But he still held that stern face. "I watch you cry everyday, and yet you do the same thing, cry and cry, wish for something to change from your life, but you never do anything about it."
"You don't know the whole story Jareth!" She shot back. She wasn't in the mood to deal with his smart-mouth tonight.
"OH! I don't do I? Do you forget that I watch you morning, noon, and night young lady. Don't tell me I don't know the whole story!!" Jareth yelled. She knew her parents didn't hear it; they stopped listening to anything that happened in her room for a while. He arose from his seat on her bed and walked toward her, and kneeled so her face and his was parallel. "Just say it Love. And you can go with me, but you have to be willing to change it. I can't make you or take it. It pains me to see you like this. Your eyes get darker and darker each day. Save yourself…don't think about them. Please love."
She didn't believe she had a name, she forgot it a long time ago. Jareth came to her in a dream where she was reliving her day. Her parents brought her up so that when she was whipped she would take it like an adult. No tears around her parents, they wouldn't hear about it. So as her parents yelled and cried at her, she would turn her back and let them bleed her from behind. She would cry to Jareth every night and he would help close the wounds, and every night he would ask her to join him in his world, but she couldn't leave her parents. But now, how could she not.
"I'm only going to ask one more time…will you come with me?" Jareth eyes were pleading with her. She sighed slowly. Looking around her room and finally at the mirror, her blonde hair pulled back with a clip her mother had given her with love, but now was tainted. She turned back to Jareth and nodded.
"When can we leave?" With that the wind blew through her room and there was nothing else, but the sound of the glass mirror breaking. Her mom and dad ran up from the ground floor and opened the door. She wasn't there, the window was closed, and the window was cracked.
"Nicole?" Her mother said softly. A voice not heard in that room for many years. Nicole's dad walked into her room and opened her closet. A red duffle bag still there, all her clothes still in it. Her bed still unmade. When her mother looked at the dresser what she saw took her breath away. The hair clip lying shattered with glass. A gift given in love, now tainted. Nicole would never turn her back as she was whipped again.