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Of Smoke and Mirrors

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Published: Jun 12, 2010

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^{Sarah stared into the mirror day-dreaming again, almost burning an imaginary hole in it with her gaze. Nothing had panned out for her the way she wanted it. One person pulling her this way, another that way.

Now 23 she had the power to set out and do anything she thought of, but she unlike others she knew didn't get the pleasure. She would lay awake at night and think about her time at the Labyrinth, and how evil Jareth seemed at the time. How his cold eyes regarded her with a warmth that unnerved her all the while making her heart beat faster with anticipation for things she never though she wanted.

He had seemed to have a charm about him too. She had to think more about it before she ever thought about calling him at this point in time had to forget about fantasy. Though only eight years ago, it still seemed like just yesterday.

Her father demanded more and more of her each day since an accident that ruined his chance of ever walking again, and it was putting a major toll on her. Karen almost never helped with any expenses. Were she to help Sarah pay for grocery's or anything that was a necessity she expected to be payed back almost immediately. Sarah definitely wouldn't have asked for help with paying for something if she had the money, and not even if Karen was the last soul on earth would Sarah have asked her for anything.

It was like she waited till Sarah had some time off to herself just to go and say she had to go run errands,or she was sick, or something in that nature. It made Sarah furious. She knew her stepmother was using her that way.

Not taking much time for her own husband,saying he was no good anymore and he lacked sexual appeal behind his back.

Not that Sarah cared for the last part too much, but she had no right to go and use the both of them.

She recalled many nights when Karen would come stumbling through the doorway smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, smelling like a bar. Looking like a disheveled sex object rather than a human being Sarah thought at time. That was no way for a mother to be around her son. The worst part was that it was that Toby and her father were both in the dark about their 'loving mother and wife's' nightly escapades.

Sarah would never dream of hurting her father and Toby like that, and she couldn't tell them for fear of doing just that. But why was she afraid to hurt someone when she herself had done nothing wrong?

Jareth sat slumped in his throne tapping his riding crop against the side, watching the goblins running here and there. They were pathetic little creatures, but fascinating none the less. He was overly bored.

No one wished away children anymore,and so his Labyrinth was rendered useless.

He would stroll down the paths of his former striving Labyrinth only to find the walls crumbled and the inhabitants of certain parts dead or moved out never to be heard from again.

He could feel the power within him draining slowly everyday. He would lay in his bed sweating, his body refusing to get up, he would cry out as pain shot through his body. The goblins were lucky if they saw the king at all.

They would all wonder why their once lively king had turned into a shell of his former self.

He would wish to himself sometimes that Sarah would give him another chance, for them both to reconcile, love each other. He just needed her to say his name, then he would have her love and that was the only thing that could make him stronger and help him rebuild his Labyrinth

Jareth conjured a crystal and gazed at Sarah. Her completion pale, and she had dark circles under her emerald green eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. It worried him to see her this way. It meant she was in a great deal of stress, and he would have given anything to relieve that look in her eyes. He got up and walked to his bedchambers and laid down.

He stared at the ceiling, and then all of a sudden that pain shot through him making him breathe heavily. He clenched his teeth and grabbed the sides of his bed desperate to make it go away, but each time it happened it was longer and more painful, it took all he had to keep from screaming in complete agony.

It finally stopped, the only sound that could be heard was his labored breathing. He had to have help, and he had to help Sarah at any cost.

Sarah looked at her watch, it was in the dead of the night and she couldn't find sleep. She felt as if her body was crying out for sleep but her mind would not let that happen. Sighing she threw the covers from her body and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. Staring out into the yard, the way the moonlight eerily lit everything in a pale shade fascinated her, she just had this thing about being scared. She remembered when she was little how she would run a find a flashlight and sneak out in the dark of the night and shine it in the woods to see if eyes would glow back.

She noticed a gentle breeze swaying the leaves of the big oak tree and saw perched in the tree an owl, it was white as snow. Shivers ran up her spine at the sight of it, it reminded her of him. Her mind had been so wrapped up within the labyrinth since she left that almost everything she saw in some way or another always seemed to have a connection with her time in there...}

Things aren't going so good for Jareth or Sarah,Will they end this wall between them,finally love each other,and fix their own problems in the process? read and find out... rated M in later chapters...

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