Chapter 3

Unclean. Broken. Sarah stared in the mirror at the shadow she had become. She knew her family and friends whispered about her when she left the room. Her pregnancy had become impossible to hide several weeks ago. Her father ranted and raved at her for being irresponsible, Karen begged and pleaded for the boy's name. Silence was her only gift to them. They thought she ment it in cruel defiance, but in truth she was saving them from harsh reality. Her reality. They had no idea how unworthy of their affections she had become. Used. Depraved.

Even sleep was no longer offered the slight reprieve it once had, now replacing the smiling faces of her friends and adventures in the labyrinth were cold mismatched eyes. Too often she would awaken in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and his name echoing in the darkness At first she had thought he might return to her, a few weeks of punishment for past transgressions then he would swoop in like her pale knight and reawaken the magic in her life. He had left her with nothing, not even dignity. She carressed the swollen expanse of flesh beneath her night gown. No doubt the child has his, true to his word any man she so much as looked at was forcefully discouraged. Plagued by night terrors, they all moved on with their lives as she was forced to remain alone and empty.

She had been alone in the waiting room today for her first ultrasound. She watched as other expectant mothers shared their joy with proud fathers to be. She had felt numb, watching the happiness around her. Despair in the knowledge she could never feel like that again. Briefly she wondered what her unborn daughter would look like. Would she have Sarah's Midnight black hair coupled with Jareth's piercing green and blue eyes? Would she be pale and blonde like her father with a haunting green gaze like her mother. Silent tears traveled down Sarah's face as she realised that the world would never know.

Sarah grabbed the naked razor blade sitting on her desk, she run her fingers over the smooth metal and gazed longingly as if it were a newly returned friend. Silently begging her unborn for forgiveness, for not being a stronger person like she had once been, she began the process of running the blade length wise up her wrist. Watching for a moment as the blood poured forth from the wound she began work on the other before the injured limb lost its use. She slid to the floor, laying in a pool of her own blood, Sarah called to him one last time.

"Jareth..." Her voice harsh and unused, weak as she fought for conciousness. She wanted to be aware, she wanted to see him one last time.. she wanted to watch as he realised what his rejection has wrought. It was petty but the only thing left to her was this one revenge.

Sarah felt his presence before she saw him. Suddenly he was looming over her, his face horror stricken as he saw for the first time the unmistakable condition of her stomach, and then realisation of what she had done penetrated his mind. He dropped to his knees uncaring of the crimson puddle growing on the floor. She had intending on taunting him, or at the most spewing forth venom laced words, throwing her one last defiance in his face. She no longer had the strength and with him there face to face all she felt was the love she tried so hard to deny. With one final breath before unconciousness claimed her she whispered a last word.

"Sorry..."

Jareth gathered her limp form into his arms. Praying he wasn't too late, that his arrogance hadn't stolen from him the one thing he loved above all others, he faded away from the mortal realm wisking the mother and her unborn child away to the underground. Hoping that magic can save her when it was already beyond human medicine.

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A/N The first chapter was so fluffy wasn't it? Sorry. I'm dark.