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AN: Just so you know, this ones kinda angsty, it's dealing with Sarah's depression.
Chapter 33: Save me from myself
Sarah glanced over beside her at the sleeping form of Jareth. They both knew that he should not be sleeping in bed with her, but they didn't care either, they'd grown too accustomed to it to stop now.Sarah had been lying awake for what seemed hours as her love slept soundly by her side. She was trying to think of something else, but could not turn her thoughts. She had lain awake for hours after Jareth had succumbed to sleep for the past week now and it was beginning to take its toll on her.
Her thoughts strayed to the scars she tried so hard to forget. Each night this happened. And each night the urge grew stronger. It had been so long, she knew she couldn't do this now. But she felt as if she had failed in so many ways. She knew that Jareth loved her, and if she was to become queen and rule at his side she would have to be strong. But just once more, one little cut. Just thinking about this made her stomach turn and filled her with more worry of being a failure to him, as a wife and as his queen.
She had failed Toby too. She hadn't been able to protect him. Although she was looking after him now and he was no longer with Karen, who never really cared for him, she had also cost him his father. While she could go and see her father, not that he cared to see her, Toby could not. She knew Toby wanted to see him, but he couldn't. It was because of her that he was no longer able to be with his parents.
She slipped out of Jareth's loose grasp and headed into the bathroom. She knew she'd find something in there. Sarah closed the door behind her before lighting a candle so that the light would not wake Jareth.
She searched through the drawers of her bathroom and went through the cabinets. The longer her search proved fruitless, the more frantic her search became.
"There has to be something, anything in here," she muttered to herself as she searched.
Eventually she gave up her search and slid down onto the floor, she buried her head in her hands and cried. She was crying for her weakness, for Toby, for everything she had ever failed at. She had been sitting there, consumed in her depression for what seemed forever when she felt warm arms wrap around her, holding her, soothing her. Jareth lifted her into his arms and carried her back to bed. He then held her as she cried, whispering calming words into her ears and stroking her hair and back comfortingly.
Eventually Sarah cried herself to sleep though Jareth stayed awake, still softly stroking her hair. He looked at her as she slept, her cheeks stained with tears and her eyelashes sticking together from the dampness.
As he lay there, comforting his love even as she slept he was thankful he had thought to place a charm on the bathroom. If Sarah entered the room, either late at night, or in an unstable frame of mind, she would not find anything sharp enough to aid her in doing what he knew she may. He would watch her closely from now on, her visit with her father had obviously upset her much more than she was letting on.
He did not sleep again that night, he simply lay in bed with his Sarah, watching over her sleeping form lest she wake again.
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AN: Sorry for all the angsty Sarah, it seemed wrong though to clear up her depression so easily since it's not like that in real life. Night is the easiest time to think too much and end up blaming yourself for things that are not your fault so that's what I did with Sarah. Don't worry, onto happier things soon. Pressies are always welcome and as always, thanks to my readers and thank you all for your wonderful reviews. My exams start in a few days though so I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up.