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I Became Queen	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 6856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Graduation from high school for normal young adults consists of gifts and parties with congratulations from their parents and loved ones, often lasting several days. My graduation ended as soon as my father drove our small, psychologically strained family back home. He gifted me with a card which contained a terse, trite poem of congratulations and a hundred dollar bill. Not a crisp new bill but not a particularly old one either. I took it as an example of his love for me...not quite new, not completely used up. My father patted me on the shoulder and for a second I thought he might hug me; my heart soared at the emotions battling in his eyes and I froze, uncertain how to respond, but his emotions faded as quickly as they as rose and his arm dropped from my shoulder as did my heart.

"Good job, Sarah." He told me and I thought I imagined his emotional lapse as now his voice sounded very much in control.

"Thanks, Dad." I responded as my heart calcified in my chest, my eyes searching for some small sign of love and pride from my father because I knew deep in the recesses of my soul that once I left his house if I could find nothing at that moment, I might never or ever want to.

"So..." he continued. "Karen tells me you've decided to move out right away and start out on your own." He asked stoically not meeting my questing gaze.

"Yeah, I really want to see the world. Besides I think that's best," I looked at him closely, "Don't you, Dad?"

"Of course, of course! Independence is importance in young adults and I think it's a good idea, Sarah." He answered quickly, too quickly in my opinion but I'm sure I'm biased in that regard. He still hadn't looked at me as he kept staring out the back window to the yard beyond. "I'm sure you'll do well. I'm here if you ever need anything." He offered blandly and I noticed he specifically said he'd be here not we'd�as in he and Karen. Certainly Karen was happy to see me gone and my father was not about to fight his new wife on the subject of his old daughter.

"Thanks, Dad." I replied without any real emotion, turning away from him to stare at the back yard as well. We stood there for quite awhile studying the early summer back yard in an uncomfortable silence, not touching and not communicating. My father and I. I have not seen him since that day and I have no notion if I ever will since I became Queen. I often wonder if he misses me for I often miss him even though there is little to miss between us. I suppose I miss what could've been.

I packed my few belongings and the small amount of monies I owned and left that same week on a Grayhound bus to the big city, as the town I grew up in was of moderate size and offered few opportunities to an up and coming whatever I was going to be. I had no defined goal other than my passion and ambition to be more than I was. During the latter half of my senior year, when I actually applied myself to my studies, I discovered that I enjoyed focusing my still active imagination to more productive pursuits such as writing or acting, the usual clich�d route for talented persons without any real world skills. But first I needed to be in the action, get a paying job, and just plain escape my former life. So I went to Los Angeles, wouldn't you? I figured I might as well start off in the thick of it; the thick being either L.A. or N.Y. and I hated the snow so L.A. won the toss.

Long story short, I arrived in L.A. with a few thousand in my pockets from saved allowance and babysitting, and two large suitcases in my hands. I immediately combed the papers and located a duplex which offered a room to rent from an elderly lady, a Mrs. Evelyn Scott, whose welfare check didn't cover her expenses since her husband died. She seemed nice enough if quite odd but then California is the land of fruits and nuts so what did I expect? The next day I pounded the pavement until I hired on as barista at a coffee shop and a night cocktail waitress at a bar, both in walking distance as I still owned no vehicle but considered purchasing a cheap bicycle.

It was on these first days in sunny, golden California that my new life should have been happiest but it took on an exacting darkness. Difficult to define but no sooner did I arrive in L.A. but I felt a foreboding cloak me. Others reveled in the perfect days yet I could no sooner celebrate the sun god than I could return to my father's home. The emptiness I'd always felt which had left somewhat since I saw the glowing eyes returned in full measure with this feeling of doom and I swear direness haunted my very steps.

As I returned to my new home after my first nightshift as a cocktail waitress ended, a thrill of fear spiked in my gut and fingers of something watching me trailing over my back. The streets and sidewalks, normally so full of bustle, were suddenly empty of others. I told myself to keep walking as I glanced back and forth trying to locate someone, anyone to assist me but all the shops were closed for the night and darkened, the street lights on, and not even a car passed by me which I knew to be eerie according to my landlady as she complained about the insistent 24/7 traffic noise. I mentally kicked myself for turning down the bar owner's earlier offer to drive me home, remembering how I told him I only lived a few blocks away and how I didn't want to inconvenience him. He was a nice older man; he would've been kind to me, why must I always be so independent and stubborn?

A skittering sound very near left and rear of me caused me to jump; I spun about bodily, scanning the dark, shadowy sidewalk and shop alcoves for any sign of life waiting to pounce upon me. "Who are you?" I tried to shout aggressively but my throat was thick with fear and I barely heard myself. A small shadow at the curb divided from the ground and moved towards me, slowly at first almost leisurely than faster until only a few feet separated it from me. A strangled gasp echoed in the night air, it was me; I turned and ran from the shadow quickly as my cocktail waitress heels allowed. I didn't dare check behind me as so many doomed movie heroines do, I felt the shadow pacing me as I ran home, my panic overriding anything but running.

Almost fumbling my keys from my purse as I approached the front door I was able to unlock it, get inside and slam the door just as I saw the dark, shapeless mass strike at the wood between us, rattling the door. It released a strange moan then was silent. I don't remember how long I stared at the front door afraid to move away unless the thing might ooze its way underneath or through it somehow but after a time, when nothing else happened and my adrenaline ran out, I finally stumbled to my rented room at the rear of the little house; my landlady apparently deep asleep for she never came to check.

I sat on the edge of my queen-sized bed, shaking and quivering with the after effects of fear and adrenaline and tried to rationalize what the strange shadow may have been and why it chased me. Having never seen anything like it I had not one iota of a starting point to unravel that bizarre mystery but it didn't matter as a stranger, grimmer occurrence was beginning. The gloom I'd been sensing ever since I arrived in L.A. grew heavier and oppressive as I recovered in my small room. My breathing became ragged and fast, I clutched at my throat; what was happening to me?

'Sarah,' I heard my name whispered in the thickening, sultry air. Who was calling me? My fear spiked again with more adrenaline and I bolted from my bed to run, run away, anywhere from this terrifying voice. 'Sarah!' The velvet voice demanded and I stopped mid-lunge, my body facing my bedroom door, opposite of it a large, glass picture window dominated my room. The voice, the fear-inducing commanding voice emanated behind me.

'Sarah.' It said again louder and I knew it wanted me to face it, I also knew I couldn't disobey no matter how much I wanted to dash. Reluctantly I turned in place, facing the large window which had no curtains�my landlady promised she'd have curtains put in by next week�and there floating inside the large, unpaneled, pane of glass stood him, the Goblin King whom I'd defeated years ago.

His transparent image reached out to me imploringly with one arm, much like our last confrontation without the crystal offering, he was dressed all in black so dark I could barely see where the edges of his cloak and body ended and the night began through his glassy likeness. In contrast, his face, hands, and gravity-defying hair shown a brilliant white; they were so pale they glowed as did his mismatched brown and blue eyes.

'Sarah!' He called again more ardently and his outstretched hand beckoned, his lithe fingers curling inwards to his palm. My feet moved towards him on their own even as my mind screamed in denial. I watched his eyes smolder, their intensity burning my own even I could not look away; the Goblin King enthralled me, called me to him, and I shuffled closer. My eyes caught faint visions of tormented, transparent faces in his opprobrious swirling cloak before swiftly vanishing as if absorbed by the night backdrop of the glass. What manner of horror was he?

"No!" I cried out. "I defeated you! You have no power over me!" I shouted in my feeble attempt to fend him off as it was obvious he very much had some unknown power over me as my feet shuffled closer still and my arm raised upwards to touch the glass. A rational, calm portion of my mind noted that I looked like one of my favored mythical cursed princesses mindlessly reaching for the cursed spindle as my fingers stretched for the Goblin King's two-dimensional reflective ones and I hated my imagination at that moment. I saw him smile charily and the view of his sharp teeth sent a shiver through me which ended in my pelvic region.

'Sarah! Come to me.' He responded confidently to my stubborn statement not bothering to refute it, only drawing me closer.

"No...Please don't...please..." I begged seeing my fingers inches from the window's surface. I didn't know what he wanted, what he planned but the sultriness of the air stuck in my lungs making it near impossible to breathe and I knew whatever the Goblin King wanted from me couldn't be good. Yet...as I got closer to him the void in me filled even as my fear increased. Tears streamed down my face, my conflicting emotions warring as my shivering fingers touched the smooth, cool window pane at the same place where his fingers reached for me. I never actually felt his fingers but an energy surged into me unlike I'd ever known. I heard his laughter ring in my ears and it sounded triumphant, mocking, and sensual all at once and I felt my body respond with a surge of passionate longing combating the void I'd lived with for years.

The window exploded, the sharp fragments flying towards me and I screamed, closing my eyes and throwing my arms protectively around my face as I was flung the ten feet across the room to crash into my bedroom door. I don't know how long I lie unconscious crumpled at the base of my door, covered in hundreds of shards of glass, many which were coated with my blood from numerous lacerations. Evidently, Mrs. Scott found me at some point and called the paramedics to transport me to the hospital, where I woke several hours later. It wasn't until a few days passed as I recovered from my scare and my injuries�careful not to explain to anyone what truly happened�that I noticed the unusual side effect of that night. All my cuts, even the deepest which required several sutures, healed within days and left no scars.
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