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Sarah set up, her face glistening with sweat, her nightgown twisted around her waist, and her blankets and sheets kicked to the end of the bed. She'd had the dream again-the dream about Jareth. His face seemed to haunt her dreams more often than not, especially recently. She shook herself, as if to rid her memory of his handsome, yet incredibly mysterious, face.
"Okay, Sarah. Get a hold of yourself. It's all just a dream, Jareth and his Labyrinth are over, there's no way that he can even talk to me anymore. Just grow up and get over it." She stood up and walked to her vanity, where she sat and stared into the mirror. The calender, reflected in the mirror from the wall behind her, caught her eye.
It had been five years.
In her dream, she was still fifteen, living with her dad, stepbrother, and baby brother Toby. She was still full of teenage angst, so young and immature. Then the Labyrinth had come along, and changed her. But those days were in the past. Now she was attending college in a different part of the state, majoring in the theatrical arts, just like her mother had done. She had hoped to fall in love with her co-star, and follow in her mother's footsteps-except for the whole abandoning her family part-and live a happy life. She seemed to be oblivious, though, to the lustful stares of her classmates, and didn't realize that she could have her pick of men. Her sub-conscience might of known, but her awake mine didn't pick up on it. Perhaps it was the fact that deep down, she knew that her fantasy about being like her mother was never going to be anything more than that, just a fantasy. Or perhaps it was the fact that deep down, she also knew that she wanted only one man, no matter how many times she tried to deny it. No number of handsome, talented co-stars could sweep her off her feet quite the way that he did.
"Jareth."
She dared to breathe his name, the name of the Goblin King, afraid that somehow he would hear her and appear in a flash. "No, that's silly," she said to herself, shaking the thoughts from her mind. "I don't love him. I hardly even know him, and what's more, all that I do know of him is that he's cruel and evil. He wouldn't want anything to do with me." In the back of her mind, a small voice told her differently. Memories raced through her head, like a videotape on fast-forward, until she reached a certain one and jerked to a stop.
"What no one knew is that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and had given her special powers." There she was, standing in front of the mirror in Toby's bedroom with the baby screaming in the background. She remembered how frustrated she had been that night, and how she felt that she just couldn't take it anymore. She had felt connected to her imaginary "King of the Goblins", and then came to find out that he wasn't only a figment of her imagination. He was real...oh God, he was real. Snapping back to present time, Sarah shook her head, as though trying to rid it of the thoughts that kept trying to sneak in, but that she kept trying so hard to keep out.
"Get over it, Sarah. It was five years ago, he's probably gone off and found some hussy that he can be happy with. He would of never wanted you anyway. Just get over it, you gave up on acting like a child years ago." She turned violently away from her mirror, as though her reflection might deny everything she had just spoken aloud to the dark and silent room. She stalked back to the bed and climbed back underneath the covers, finding the warmth that she had left. Her conscience mind slipped away to dreams, and in those last few moments before sleep and awake, she thought she saw the shadow of an owl coming through the window on the opposite wall. Before she could react, though, she blinked, and was back to sleep.
The shadow of the owl fluffed it's feathers, then pushed off of the branch it had been perched on. It flew towards the moon. The scenery suddenly changed, and the owl was no longer flying over tree and housetops, but over an elaborate maze, towards a splendid castle. When it reached a stone windowsill, the owl was gone, and in it's place stood the King of Goblins, blonde hair in spikes down his back and chest, and a glimmer of tears in his mismatched eyes.
"Please don't give up on me yet, Sarah." Snatching a crystal out of thin air, he flipped it back and forth between his hands. "Let me show you your dreams."
Sarah set up, her face glistening with sweat, her nightgown twisted around her waist, and her blankets and sheets kicked to the end of the bed. She'd had the dream again-the dream about Jareth. His face seemed to haunt her dreams more often than not, especially recently. She shook herself, as if to rid her memory of his handsome, yet incredibly mysterious, face.
"Okay, Sarah. Get a hold of yourself. It's all just a dream, Jareth and his Labyrinth are over, there's no way that he can even talk to me anymore. Just grow up and get over it." She stood up and walked to her vanity, where she sat and stared into the mirror. The calender, reflected in the mirror from the wall behind her, caught her eye.
It had been five years.
In her dream, she was still fifteen, living with her dad, stepbrother, and baby brother Toby. She was still full of teenage angst, so young and immature. Then the Labyrinth had come along, and changed her. But those days were in the past. Now she was attending college in a different part of the state, majoring in the theatrical arts, just like her mother had done. She had hoped to fall in love with her co-star, and follow in her mother's footsteps-except for the whole abandoning her family part-and live a happy life. She seemed to be oblivious, though, to the lustful stares of her classmates, and didn't realize that she could have her pick of men. Her sub-conscience might of known, but her awake mine didn't pick up on it. Perhaps it was the fact that deep down, she knew that her fantasy about being like her mother was never going to be anything more than that, just a fantasy. Or perhaps it was the fact that deep down, she also knew that she wanted only one man, no matter how many times she tried to deny it. No number of handsome, talented co-stars could sweep her off her feet quite the way that he did.
"Jareth."
She dared to breathe his name, the name of the Goblin King, afraid that somehow he would hear her and appear in a flash. "No, that's silly," she said to herself, shaking the thoughts from her mind. "I don't love him. I hardly even know him, and what's more, all that I do know of him is that he's cruel and evil. He wouldn't want anything to do with me." In the back of her mind, a small voice told her differently. Memories raced through her head, like a videotape on fast-forward, until she reached a certain one and jerked to a stop.
"What no one knew is that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and had given her special powers." There she was, standing in front of the mirror in Toby's bedroom with the baby screaming in the background. She remembered how frustrated she had been that night, and how she felt that she just couldn't take it anymore. She had felt connected to her imaginary "King of the Goblins", and then came to find out that he wasn't only a figment of her imagination. He was real...oh God, he was real. Snapping back to present time, Sarah shook her head, as though trying to rid it of the thoughts that kept trying to sneak in, but that she kept trying so hard to keep out.
"Get over it, Sarah. It was five years ago, he's probably gone off and found some hussy that he can be happy with. He would of never wanted you anyway. Just get over it, you gave up on acting like a child years ago." She turned violently away from her mirror, as though her reflection might deny everything she had just spoken aloud to the dark and silent room. She stalked back to the bed and climbed back underneath the covers, finding the warmth that she had left. Her conscience mind slipped away to dreams, and in those last few moments before sleep and awake, she thought she saw the shadow of an owl coming through the window on the opposite wall. Before she could react, though, she blinked, and was back to sleep.
The shadow of the owl fluffed it's feathers, then pushed off of the branch it had been perched on. It flew towards the moon. The scenery suddenly changed, and the owl was no longer flying over tree and housetops, but over an elaborate maze, towards a splendid castle. When it reached a stone windowsill, the owl was gone, and in it's place stood the King of Goblins, blonde hair in spikes down his back and chest, and a glimmer of tears in his mismatched eyes.
"Please don't give up on me yet, Sarah." Snatching a crystal out of thin air, he flipped it back and forth between his hands. "Let me show you your dreams."
