~Don't Worry~
Waves could be heard crashing against the shore, in the distance as she lie in the sand, the haze of the moon could be seen in the night's sky. The wind blew softly, gently rustling the palm trees behind her. As she rolled onto her side she gazed at the small fire that had been lit. Looking into the crackling flames she saw a familiar face on the other side. He gazed back at her, the flame reflecting in his eyes, hair ruthless and free giving him a feral look. He slowly rose from his position and made his way around the fire. She was not scared. She trusted him. No words were spoken between the two. He merely lifted her up into his arms and walked slowly to the ocean's edge.
She didn't move, just laid in his arms. She gazed up at him. The flames that she once thought were reflections of the fire, burned brightly in his eyes. Suddenly she was immersed in warm tropical water, he grinned at her as he let go and began to swim farther out to sea. She laughed gaily and followed.
Moments later she had lost her view of him. She stopped abruptly and continued to wade as the waves gently swept by her. Suddenly she felt something tug her down into the depths of the sea. She was turned around by her captor and looked into his eyes as his hand caressed her face. The two emerged from the water and floated there, caught in each other's eyes as they took in the warm sea air. She moved closer to him as his arms encircled her. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the forehead. He smiled warmly at her and then claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. She could her the drumming of her heart in her chest. The kiss deepened as his hands brought her closer to him and the beating grew constantly louder…
*Bang, bang.* Shots and yelling could be heard down the street on the corner as Sarah woke up. The remnants of her dream left her as searing pain flashed through her body, resonating in some areas. As she got up off of the floor, she realized the depth of her situation. She was going to be evicted from her apartment and she had nowhere to go and no money left. Sarah staggered into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled the hair out of her face and mutely stared at her awful reflection. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks, burning them as the salty drops touched her deep cuts. She had cuts on the right side of her face and her right arm. The ones on her arm seemed minor, but there was one long cut that ran from her forehead down to the middle of her cheek. She slowly reached up and pressed her hand against her face, as if to see if she were real. She held back the sobs that threatened to come and turned on the faucet of the tub.
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Eleven years… One really doesn't notice how much time goes by, that is unless you are Jareth. Everyday he longs for the woman who captured his heart and then left him with a terrible emptiness. He dreams of her almost every night but dreams can never fully flesh out the most beautiful, headstrong woman that ever existed. To Jareth, those eleven years have felt like eleven lifetimes. Thinking of her brings a terrible ache to his heart and every thought of her pulls Jareth deeper into the pits of despair.
After she had left him, Jareth suddenly felt that he was not good enough. He suddenly tried desperately to reform everything, a catharsis of some sort. Jareth cleaned up his castle, his labyrinth and buried his feelings deep inside. However, these attempts were futile. The only thing that Jareth succeeded at was ridding the castle of goblins and trash. Jareth knew that changing his environment would not bring his ladylove back. Only she could do that herself…
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Funny how when one stays in the water their hands sort of shrivel up. Sarah now stared at those shriveled hands, her bath water cool. She spent a good three hours just lying in the tub. She didn't even attempt to clean her face off or anything. Two bottles of wine lay empty on the floor, a third sat on the ledge of her bathtub. Washing away her worries with alcohol, her only remedy for what she was faced with. Never had she drank so much in such a short time. Lazily she sat up and turned to stare at her floor for a moment. The bottles on the marble mocked her silently as if their future was going to be much happier than hers. Sarah sighed in defeat and groggily stood up, letting the water run off of her body and join the rest the dirty liquid below. Sarah cautiously stepped out of the tub and leaned against the nearby wall, she grabbed her wine and headed towards her bed. She stumbled into one of her larger paintings, which consequently fell to the floor. As if the art had insulted her in some way, Sarah let the painting feel her fury. The reign of destruction, however, did not stop there. Suddenly she felt a wave of anguish and hatred then began breaking anything she could get her hands on. She brought herself to a stop, too tired to go on, and decided that she needed a little air. Careless about what people would think of her appearance, she threw any clothing she found lying around.
Wearing nothing but a paint-splattered t-shirt and a red thong (which must have fallen out of her dresser when she knocked it over in her fury for she could not remember leaving it on the floor) she climbed out of her large window, leaving her wreck of an apartment behind her and climbed up the fire escape and fled to the roof, armed with a new bottle of wine. She stood up there and shuddered as cool wisps of wind circled around her. Sarah could not take anymore of this nonsensical world, yet she feared the end. She tried to make sense of all of this why her life sucked and everyone else's seemed just fine and dandy… What had she done wrong? Why is it that she must suffer so much? Sarah sighed and walked over to the ledge of the building. She sat down took a long swig of wine and threw the bottle over the edge. She watched as it twirled through the air, spilling its contents as it went, only to shatter harshly on the pavement below. She reflected and felt as though that unfortunate bottle was her life. She sighed and ran her hand along the building's edge. She stood up and raised her arms to the sky.
" What the hell kind of life is this?! Am I some big joke to the world?!! I'm just a worthless side show!" She screamed.
"Yes… now, shut the hell up side-show Sally!" Some anonymous person yelled from an apartment window.
"Screw you! Screw the world!" Sarah screamed and slumped down on the side of the building in defeat. Now she wished she hadn't thrown her rest of her wine over the side of the building. She slowly sat up on the ledge and swung one foot over the side of the building swinging it back and forth as she stared up at the afternoon sky. She felt a chill as the wind grew colder. Sighing she turned to go back to the fire escape and sleep away the rest of her day, her last day, in her apartment. Looking at the ground, she stood up and then slowly turned her gaze ahead of her. Her eyes met a large pasty white gut (that happened to cascade quite horribly over the person's belt line) partly exposed from under a dingy white t-shirt. She slowly looked up and stared straight into the eyes of her landlord.
"Hi Bobby boy!" Sarah garbled drunkenly, as she waved in his face.
"Sarah, I see you are enjoying yourself." Bob said as surveyed at her drunken state.
"Yup…" She walked past him and headed towards the main stairs that Bob had conveniently left ajar. She stumbled to the door, her landlord following closely behind.
"You should be packing … not getting drunk! You've missed three months of rent and it looks like you won't be paying anytime soon. You have to be out be tomorrow! So just.." He was cut off by a slender finger poking him in his chest.
"You pack… I'm leaving…" Sarah staggered down the stairs to her apartment, kicked open the door and grabbed the first pair of pants she saw. She then put her boots on and grabbed her wallet.
"I think it's time for another drink." Sarah thought to herself and left her complex, never to look upon it again.
The wind kicked up a bit as Sarah strode down the street, people passing her by left and right. "I'm invisible…" She reflected as she moved out and started her long hike to her final destination, a place where she was to stay until she could find another mediocre job and a warm place to live, Central Park.