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anything from the movie? Well I don't. On with the show, enjoy.
Chapter 11
*Back Aboveground*
Robert Williams had arrived home along with his wife and son after going out for the day. He had left Sarah, his elder child at home, thinking she would prefer to stay home than go out with them. He knew of the tension between his wife and daughter, though he didn't let on about it. He figured it wouldn't help if he got involved anyway. So what was the use? Besides, it was easier to leave Sarah home. Plus there'd be less fighting going on, for a few hours at least.
"Sarah honey, we're back," Robert called upstairs to his daughter.
He didn't get an answer and it was only 9 in the evening.
"Hmm, maybe she just had an early night. She's been doing that lately."
He shrugged it off and took his son up to bed. Toby was nearly asleep in the car and was still pretty drowsy so it would be easy to coerce him into going to bed.
"I wanna say night to Sarah!" Toby whined when Robert tried to make him go to bed.
"Sarah's asleep Toby."
"Please. Can you just check and see that's asleep, maybe she's still awake."
"Oh, alright. I'll go check. Get into bed while I'm gone."
"Okay. Thanks." Toby said already climbing into bed.
Robert went and knocked on Sarah's door. If she was awake she'd want to say goodnight to Toby. She did every other night.
"Sarah, honey, Toby wants you to say goodnight to him. Are you awake Sarah?"
There was no reply, and Sarah was usually a light sleeper. He opened the door a little and looked into the dark room.
"Sarah?" he called quietly, looking around the room.
He stopped short when he saw that was nowhere in the room. It was then that he noticed the razor lying on the floor, as well as the blood, and the sealed envelopes.
Robert backed out of the room after seeing these items and hurried to Toby's room.
"Toby, I'm sorry but Sarah's..asleep. You can see her another time. Now, go to bed."
"But-"
"No buts. Bed. Now."
Toby lay down in his bed and Robert let the room, closing the door on his way out. Toby knew something was up. But he was also smart enough not to ask what it was. He lay back and tried to sleep.
Robert hurried downstairs and almost ran into his wife as she walked out looking to see if he was coming yet.
"Robert? What's wrong?"
"Sarah," was all he could manage to get out.
"What has the brat done now?" Robert glared at her, "I mean Sarah."
"Her-her room. I saw a-a razor."
"What?!?"
"There was a razor, and letters, in sealed envelopes."
"Is she?" Karen's face had drained of all colour, besides from the red of her cheeks.
"No. She wasn't there. I don't know where she went though. I haven't even touched anything."
"She's after attention!" Karen practically shrieked.
"Karen! How dare you say that! You haven't seen her room!"
With that Karen stormed up the stairs. Robert slowly followed behind her. When Karen reached the room she saw what Robert had seen and took a step back. After regaining her composure though, she walked into the room and picked up the letters.
"There's one for each of us. You, me and Toby. And there's some for other people too."
Karen tore open the envelope that her letter was sealed in. As she read the content of the letter, her face went form a little red to something alike to beetroot in colour.
Karen,
I know we never got along. And that is because you are a self-centred, domineering, lazy, fucking shit of a woman and you tried to control my life. I hate you. Blame yourself for this.
Sarah.
"Robert! You should see what your horrible spoilt little bitch of a daughter wrote to me!"
"I don't care." He took up his envelope and after taking a few deep breaths began to open and read it."
Dear Dad,
I hope that you don't blame yourself for this, though perhaps if you had just been there for me a bit more I wouldn't be doing this. I know that you loved me. Even though you don't show it. Not anymore. Not in a long time. I just want to let you know that I do love you and this really isn't your fault. I just can't handle the pain any longer.
Goodbye, your loving daughter Sarah.
"Oh, Sarah. My little girl. What have you done?" he was almost crying now.
Robert left the room and Karen followed out after him.
"She didn't go through with it you know. The razor was in her room. She is still alive. Not that she should be, not after that awful letter."
"Karen! I don't really give a fuck what she wrote to you. If she had them all there, even if she didn't go through with it, she was going to! Don't you see! This is our fault! My fault," he trailed off somberly.
"Robert...I'm sure she's fine. Really," Karen was worried about what her husband would do. She had never seen him this upset. Perhaps she should have layed off the Sarah insults. Too late now though. "Lots of teenagers do things like this. They very rarely go through with it though."
Robert looked at his wife with fear in his eyes. Fear for the life of his daughter. "Karen, there was blood on that razor. I saw it myself. It was blood." He put his head in his hands and sobbed.
A/N: I thought I'd break away form the Jareth/Sarah babble for a little while and see what's going on at Sarah's house. What do you think? Next chapter up soon. Thanks for reviewing folks. Much appreciated. Gracias. Ok, I'll shut up now... workin on the next chapter.
Chapter 11
*Back Aboveground*
Robert Williams had arrived home along with his wife and son after going out for the day. He had left Sarah, his elder child at home, thinking she would prefer to stay home than go out with them. He knew of the tension between his wife and daughter, though he didn't let on about it. He figured it wouldn't help if he got involved anyway. So what was the use? Besides, it was easier to leave Sarah home. Plus there'd be less fighting going on, for a few hours at least.
"Sarah honey, we're back," Robert called upstairs to his daughter.
He didn't get an answer and it was only 9 in the evening.
"Hmm, maybe she just had an early night. She's been doing that lately."
He shrugged it off and took his son up to bed. Toby was nearly asleep in the car and was still pretty drowsy so it would be easy to coerce him into going to bed.
"I wanna say night to Sarah!" Toby whined when Robert tried to make him go to bed.
"Sarah's asleep Toby."
"Please. Can you just check and see that's asleep, maybe she's still awake."
"Oh, alright. I'll go check. Get into bed while I'm gone."
"Okay. Thanks." Toby said already climbing into bed.
Robert went and knocked on Sarah's door. If she was awake she'd want to say goodnight to Toby. She did every other night.
"Sarah, honey, Toby wants you to say goodnight to him. Are you awake Sarah?"
There was no reply, and Sarah was usually a light sleeper. He opened the door a little and looked into the dark room.
"Sarah?" he called quietly, looking around the room.
He stopped short when he saw that was nowhere in the room. It was then that he noticed the razor lying on the floor, as well as the blood, and the sealed envelopes.
Robert backed out of the room after seeing these items and hurried to Toby's room.
"Toby, I'm sorry but Sarah's..asleep. You can see her another time. Now, go to bed."
"But-"
"No buts. Bed. Now."
Toby lay down in his bed and Robert let the room, closing the door on his way out. Toby knew something was up. But he was also smart enough not to ask what it was. He lay back and tried to sleep.
Robert hurried downstairs and almost ran into his wife as she walked out looking to see if he was coming yet.
"Robert? What's wrong?"
"Sarah," was all he could manage to get out.
"What has the brat done now?" Robert glared at her, "I mean Sarah."
"Her-her room. I saw a-a razor."
"What?!?"
"There was a razor, and letters, in sealed envelopes."
"Is she?" Karen's face had drained of all colour, besides from the red of her cheeks.
"No. She wasn't there. I don't know where she went though. I haven't even touched anything."
"She's after attention!" Karen practically shrieked.
"Karen! How dare you say that! You haven't seen her room!"
With that Karen stormed up the stairs. Robert slowly followed behind her. When Karen reached the room she saw what Robert had seen and took a step back. After regaining her composure though, she walked into the room and picked up the letters.
"There's one for each of us. You, me and Toby. And there's some for other people too."
Karen tore open the envelope that her letter was sealed in. As she read the content of the letter, her face went form a little red to something alike to beetroot in colour.
Karen,
I know we never got along. And that is because you are a self-centred, domineering, lazy, fucking shit of a woman and you tried to control my life. I hate you. Blame yourself for this.
Sarah.
"Robert! You should see what your horrible spoilt little bitch of a daughter wrote to me!"
"I don't care." He took up his envelope and after taking a few deep breaths began to open and read it."
Dear Dad,
I hope that you don't blame yourself for this, though perhaps if you had just been there for me a bit more I wouldn't be doing this. I know that you loved me. Even though you don't show it. Not anymore. Not in a long time. I just want to let you know that I do love you and this really isn't your fault. I just can't handle the pain any longer.
Goodbye, your loving daughter Sarah.
"Oh, Sarah. My little girl. What have you done?" he was almost crying now.
Robert left the room and Karen followed out after him.
"She didn't go through with it you know. The razor was in her room. She is still alive. Not that she should be, not after that awful letter."
"Karen! I don't really give a fuck what she wrote to you. If she had them all there, even if she didn't go through with it, she was going to! Don't you see! This is our fault! My fault," he trailed off somberly.
"Robert...I'm sure she's fine. Really," Karen was worried about what her husband would do. She had never seen him this upset. Perhaps she should have layed off the Sarah insults. Too late now though. "Lots of teenagers do things like this. They very rarely go through with it though."
Robert looked at his wife with fear in his eyes. Fear for the life of his daughter. "Karen, there was blood on that razor. I saw it myself. It was blood." He put his head in his hands and sobbed.
A/N: I thought I'd break away form the Jareth/Sarah babble for a little while and see what's going on at Sarah's house. What do you think? Next chapter up soon. Thanks for reviewing folks. Much appreciated. Gracias. Ok, I'll shut up now... workin on the next chapter.