Sarah POV:

The doctors had been a most unpleasant experience. Sarah had been a good girl and she had done everything the doctor told her do, but apparently it wasn't good enough.

Sarah was now on a minor dosage of antidepressants for the next month, and if she got better they would stop the medication. Sarah didn't get why they were doing this, but when she tried to argue with Robert he just simply told her it was for her health. Sarah also would not be attending school for the next week, just to see how the medication would settles with her; this was pretty much the only thing good that came from the situation.

Sarah sadly spent most of the week sitting in her room thinking about things, but on Wednesday Sarah got off her bum and decided to clean her room out of frustration. There wasn't much to clean, but it took her mind off things for the moment being.

Sarah straightened her vintage floral bed covers, but as she propped her pillows up she then noticed there was a crumbled piece of paper under the pillows. It couldn't have been there before; Sarah had been sitting on the bed the whole day and she hadn't put anything on the bed.

Sarah picked up the paper; it looked similar to the note she had found a week before, but the note looked as though it had been pulled out of a fire, for it had charred edges. Sarah didn't pay too much attention to it though and proceeded to throw it in the waste basket, but then she noticed there was something wrong with the note; there was a cigarette hole burnt through the middle.

Sarah contemplated on if she should open the note; after all she was raised to value everyone's personal property, but then again the people who raised her sent her to a doctor for a mental examination without consoling her, so she felt it was fair that she could open the note, besides it was in her room.

Sarah was careful with the notes edges when she opened the note. As she unfolded the note she noticed that there were words on there, but they were faint and hardly legible. Sarah figured it would be better to just throw the note away if it was illegible but then something caught her eye; a signature.

She unfolded the note just a tiny bit more to view the signature and it read:

Jareth D.

Sarah relinquished the charred note from her hands and moved the farthest away as she could from the horrid letter. It couldn't be right, how could have on if his letters gotten in her room. More or less how could have he even gotten in here! She had locks on her windows and door, and she was always in her room nowadays. Sarah mind was a muddled mess. She couldn't get a hold of the fact that he could have gotten into her room, the thought of him in her room made her gag.

Sarah worked enough nerve to walk over to the letter and circumspectly picked it up and walked over to the waste basket. Sarah eyes were filled with dreadful tears; she could hardly see where she was going.

She wished she had Toby with her; he would always giggle and laugh, since he was just a mere child it made so cute to where the point you were laughing too. She missed laughing with Toby, a lot.

Sarah laid on the shaggy carpet and began to sob, but her sobs were a mix in with a hint of laughter, she could help but think of all the selfish times Sarah refused to babysit Toby just so she could practice her lines. If she could babysit Toby now she wouldn't hesitate to say yes.

I'm horrible.

It's been like what, two weeks! I'm sorry.

I've had a variety of colds and I've had to try so many different medications, it's exhausting.

I will try and be on time for chapter 5, but school now-a-days is just so bipolar…..

Goodbye and sorry(again) D: