A long hallway stretched out in front of Sarah. There the walls on either
side of her were blank and dark in a most foreboding way, as if coming to
close to them would result in being sucked in and never heard from again.
She turned and looked behind her but the only thing to see was pitch
blackness and when she turned to face the front (or at least the direction
she was facing to begin with) it didn't seem much different. Both ways
looked dark and sinister and neither felt safe, but Sarah had a feeling
that it would be better to move ahead then to stay where she was until she
was found, by whoever or whatever else happened to be wondering around in
the shadows.
She shoved her hands into her pockets hoping that she happened to have a flashlight, or a candle and a book of matches with her, but neither were common things for a teenage girl to carry around on an average day. "Shit." That was all the could think to say at the moment. "Shit." She took a slow breath and started walking forward slowly into the darkness, and while her heard pounded in her throat she tried to think of where she was or what she was doing before the darkness had appeared around her. No luck. For the life of her, Sarah couldn't remember just what it was she was managing to preoccupy herself with before this she ended up in wherever it was that she happened to be. She wasn't with Toby, that much she knew, and she wasn't with her friends, and she wasn't being pestered by Jareth...
"Urg! I bet Jareth has something to do with this" she grumbled to herself. "Him and his stupid obsession with me. I'll kill him for this later."
Well, she had everything figured out then. Sarah didn't know where she was or why, what time it was, or what she was doing previously be getting here. She was sure, though, that it was all the fault of her least favorite goblin king and that she would make him pay for her confusion at a different time and place. Definitely a different place.
"Well, this freaking sucks!" Sarah threw herself onto the wall to her right and leaned there for a bit. "I'm ready to go HOME now, so whenever you feel like getting me out of here, it would be SPIFFY!" She didn't honestly think that yelling at a whole bunch of nothingness would bring Jareth running to her rescue, and she didn't even really want that... but being stuck in a dark hallway has lost it's novelty long ago and Sarah just wanted out.
"Maybe you should try using one of the doors"
"Who's speaking and where are you?" Sarah sighed after a moment of surprise. She had long since learned that just because you couldn't see who was speaking to you, didn't mean that they weren't there. Only that they were hiding, to small to be seen, or that you weren't looking in the right places.
"Try looking behind you," the same fluid female voice spoke out again, slightly annoyed.
"Uh... Okay." She did as she was told, and found herself facing a wood carving of a woman who was roughly the age of her step-mother. She was wearing something with a high collar and her hair was tied back into a tight bun, but that was all that Sarah could tell because most of the woman went straight into the wall, as if she were hanging out of a window.
"So, you're the one who everybody's been talking about... Hm. I can see why. Now, what was it you were looking for?"
Sarah was a bit taken aback by the last few comments, but decided to ignore them and answer the questions. Only, she couldn't remember the answer.
"Hm," the wood-woman frowned, "Don't remember?"
"No... I guess I don't"
"Well, might I recommend this one."
This confused Sarah to no end, being that she saw no door whatsoever, only a talking wall. "Which door are you talking about... exactly?"
The woman sighed again and pointed to the her left, "This one." Sure enough, right next to the carving's right elbow was a small keyhole. "If you have the key, this door can take you to anywhere, or anything that you might want. Of course, you have to be ready for it."
"And, how will I know if I'll be ready for it... if I don't even know what I want?"
"I'll know." She smiled, but her eyes narrowed in a way that made Sarah's skin crawl, but besides walking some more, there wasn't anything else for her to do. "Well. Do you have the key or not?"
Sarah reached for her pockets, and then her neck, and then her pockets again. Her hands hit something not key shaped. Never the less she pulled it out of her pocket and found her chain, followed quickly by the key she found on her floor. 'I thought you were around my neck...' she thought briefly, but then pushed out of her mind. She held up the key to the woman on the wall. "Is this the key you were talking about?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen it in years."
"Uh... Oh." She clicked the key through the keyhole, finding that it fit perfectly, and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. She looked at the women questioningly who simply frowned and shook her head.
"Tsk. Seems like you're not ready for this door just yet."
The next thing Sarah knew, the key popped out of the keyhole, and as soon as she caught it the "door" itself seemed to push her back with some unseen force. "Better luck next time," the woman smiled as Sarah soared through the wall across from her and fell backwards.
"Owwwww." She rubbed the back of her head and opened her eyes, but she wasn't looking up at darkness anymore. Instead, she was looking at her own ceiling. Her chair was still under her, and her desk was still in front of her, only she had fallen back in her chair.
Her father looked into the room at her daughter lying on her chair, as if she were still sitting at her desk. "Are you alright dear?"
"Yea..." Sarah started, getting back to her feet. "I must've just dosed off and toppled over or something... I'm fine."
Hey everybody... sorry I haven't updated in 4 months and 30 days. ;; I guess I don't really have an excuse for that. But anyway, thanks for reading, or coming band and reading some more I guess. At the moment I'm thinking about what college I wanna go to, trying to make a quidditch team with my friends, and attempting REALLY HARD to get a job even though 5 days of my week go to marching band come September. Lesse... I'm also working on a short Harry Potter fanfic... I may get that posted here, but it'll definitely be up on MNI. So, more about my nutter friends... I went to swimming lessons with my little bro yesterday (he's 9yrs old), and my friend Steph was there as a counselor. She's the nutter who posted the song and the random comment of "W" in my reviews box. But anyway, as soon as she saw me, she started to sing her little "update before I kill you! 3" song. Lottsa love to Steph. 3 Anywho, I'm going to get this posted, so my friends'll get off of my back, and hopefully you'll all enjoy chapter 9 and come back for more in another five months. 3 MF 71504
She shoved her hands into her pockets hoping that she happened to have a flashlight, or a candle and a book of matches with her, but neither were common things for a teenage girl to carry around on an average day. "Shit." That was all the could think to say at the moment. "Shit." She took a slow breath and started walking forward slowly into the darkness, and while her heard pounded in her throat she tried to think of where she was or what she was doing before the darkness had appeared around her. No luck. For the life of her, Sarah couldn't remember just what it was she was managing to preoccupy herself with before this she ended up in wherever it was that she happened to be. She wasn't with Toby, that much she knew, and she wasn't with her friends, and she wasn't being pestered by Jareth...
"Urg! I bet Jareth has something to do with this" she grumbled to herself. "Him and his stupid obsession with me. I'll kill him for this later."
Well, she had everything figured out then. Sarah didn't know where she was or why, what time it was, or what she was doing previously be getting here. She was sure, though, that it was all the fault of her least favorite goblin king and that she would make him pay for her confusion at a different time and place. Definitely a different place.
"Well, this freaking sucks!" Sarah threw herself onto the wall to her right and leaned there for a bit. "I'm ready to go HOME now, so whenever you feel like getting me out of here, it would be SPIFFY!" She didn't honestly think that yelling at a whole bunch of nothingness would bring Jareth running to her rescue, and she didn't even really want that... but being stuck in a dark hallway has lost it's novelty long ago and Sarah just wanted out.
"Maybe you should try using one of the doors"
"Who's speaking and where are you?" Sarah sighed after a moment of surprise. She had long since learned that just because you couldn't see who was speaking to you, didn't mean that they weren't there. Only that they were hiding, to small to be seen, or that you weren't looking in the right places.
"Try looking behind you," the same fluid female voice spoke out again, slightly annoyed.
"Uh... Okay." She did as she was told, and found herself facing a wood carving of a woman who was roughly the age of her step-mother. She was wearing something with a high collar and her hair was tied back into a tight bun, but that was all that Sarah could tell because most of the woman went straight into the wall, as if she were hanging out of a window.
"So, you're the one who everybody's been talking about... Hm. I can see why. Now, what was it you were looking for?"
Sarah was a bit taken aback by the last few comments, but decided to ignore them and answer the questions. Only, she couldn't remember the answer.
"Hm," the wood-woman frowned, "Don't remember?"
"No... I guess I don't"
"Well, might I recommend this one."
This confused Sarah to no end, being that she saw no door whatsoever, only a talking wall. "Which door are you talking about... exactly?"
The woman sighed again and pointed to the her left, "This one." Sure enough, right next to the carving's right elbow was a small keyhole. "If you have the key, this door can take you to anywhere, or anything that you might want. Of course, you have to be ready for it."
"And, how will I know if I'll be ready for it... if I don't even know what I want?"
"I'll know." She smiled, but her eyes narrowed in a way that made Sarah's skin crawl, but besides walking some more, there wasn't anything else for her to do. "Well. Do you have the key or not?"
Sarah reached for her pockets, and then her neck, and then her pockets again. Her hands hit something not key shaped. Never the less she pulled it out of her pocket and found her chain, followed quickly by the key she found on her floor. 'I thought you were around my neck...' she thought briefly, but then pushed out of her mind. She held up the key to the woman on the wall. "Is this the key you were talking about?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen it in years."
"Uh... Oh." She clicked the key through the keyhole, finding that it fit perfectly, and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. She looked at the women questioningly who simply frowned and shook her head.
"Tsk. Seems like you're not ready for this door just yet."
The next thing Sarah knew, the key popped out of the keyhole, and as soon as she caught it the "door" itself seemed to push her back with some unseen force. "Better luck next time," the woman smiled as Sarah soared through the wall across from her and fell backwards.
"Owwwww." She rubbed the back of her head and opened her eyes, but she wasn't looking up at darkness anymore. Instead, she was looking at her own ceiling. Her chair was still under her, and her desk was still in front of her, only she had fallen back in her chair.
Her father looked into the room at her daughter lying on her chair, as if she were still sitting at her desk. "Are you alright dear?"
"Yea..." Sarah started, getting back to her feet. "I must've just dosed off and toppled over or something... I'm fine."
Hey everybody... sorry I haven't updated in 4 months and 30 days. ;; I guess I don't really have an excuse for that. But anyway, thanks for reading, or coming band and reading some more I guess. At the moment I'm thinking about what college I wanna go to, trying to make a quidditch team with my friends, and attempting REALLY HARD to get a job even though 5 days of my week go to marching band come September. Lesse... I'm also working on a short Harry Potter fanfic... I may get that posted here, but it'll definitely be up on MNI. So, more about my nutter friends... I went to swimming lessons with my little bro yesterday (he's 9yrs old), and my friend Steph was there as a counselor. She's the nutter who posted the song and the random comment of "W" in my reviews box. But anyway, as soon as she saw me, she started to sing her little "update before I kill you! 3" song. Lottsa love to Steph. 3 Anywho, I'm going to get this posted, so my friends'll get off of my back, and hopefully you'll all enjoy chapter 9 and come back for more in another five months. 3 MF 71504