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The sky was grey. It wept on the frozen dying wildflowers that had been a sign of spring. Spring had gone and it hadn't even started. A false day of weak and reedy sun peeking through heavy clouds in turmoil had encouraged only the most foolhardy of nature to peek out. It had been fresh green in the park.

Sarah wondered aimlessly in the driving rain, alone. No one else would voluntary come out in this weather, only a desperate dog owner or a depressed woman that had nothing inside to hold herself together. One who didn't notice the numbing cold and perpetual wet as the inner pain and lack of love in her life eat away any reason.

Dare she call him? The thought zoomed around her mind. Dare she? What does he think of her? Did /he/ want her to call him? Does she dare? The thoughts of him ran round her mind, blurring and merging into on ice block, one hope. He dreamed like her.

Hands numb she entered her apartment. She'd almost been as eager to leave Karen, as she had been to get rid of her. The bitch had made sure that Toby forgot her. No one to live for...nothing for her in life. The dreams of yesterday mocked her at her feet. She could see their tackiness now, what they had been, what impossibilities they where in reality. "Reality has teeth and claws." Reality doesn't dream, reality has sod to do with what you want.

She entered her apartment; it's perpetual grubbiness and greasiness grinding her. She paid it no heed. She didn't acknowledge anything anymore, not since Jareth had said he didn't want her. How could she? He didn't... how could she... how he must have felt!

The knife glistened on the sideboard, the only gleam in the dark and heavy room. The peeling wallpaper held its breath, the mildew sliding down. The breath was released as she grasped the knife in large, clumsy fingers, and pressed the blade to her wrist.

The blood oozed lazily out at first, slowly, but that didn't bother her. "It's not long at all." She slashed deeper, trying to get feeling, trying to end it. The blood started spurting out, perhaps catching her underlying emotion of haste. Not that anyone would know.

The brown flaking paint of the ceiling laughed as Sarah's eyes faded. Globes of cloudy crystals, shining then dull. The rotten boards held the meat of her body, greedily soaking up her blood and life as it spilled carelessly on them.

No pain, a place where there would be no pain. Then that could be a wistful dream to.

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In his bed Jareth shot bolt upright. "SARAH!"

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Do I kill her? Do I not? Leave a review and say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have it typed for both! PS. Thanks for Trent;)