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It hurts like Hell.	By : erindom Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5872 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One

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-Sarah’s POV-

Sarah stood gazing at herself in the mirrors surface this silk frumpy dress wouldn’t have been her first choice especially for its dismal colour and lack of movement; ‘Peach… peach... Was there nothing uglier he could find ?’ She turned and holding her hand to her chest, placing her other over her stomach trying to smooth out the ruffles and raised areas. She gazed deeper into the mirror Sarah that looked back. For a moment, a fleeting one, the dress started to have a hue of silver and pearl.

"Sarah you’re up!" The voice made her jump, it was Steven the stage manager for the production.

"Ok Steve, I’m coming" with hastened breath she glanced back at the mirror ‘still peach’. Why she agreed to the part she had no idea, true she and Steven had known each other for years now but there was something very unsettling about the play. For, although Sarah had no hand in the script or original tale there were similarities between this play and a rather convincing dream she had once experienced.

Pausing at the wings of the stage Sarah stopped to catch her breath and quam her anxiety. Her pale skin was flushed under the lights and crowded atmosphere. She could hear the audience shuffle and whisper. Her chest heaved over the lip of the dress, hidden beneath the ruffles, she pressed her hand against her breast and drew a long heavy breath.

‘Why the hell am I doing this..’ she thought trying not to look entirely ridiculous in front of a large crowd to straighten those damned ruffles one last time before the curtain rose. Sarah took her place on the stage alone. It was dark with barely enough light to see the marker, she stumbled into one of the stock bushes ‘shit! Not now please not… It’s fine‘ with no time left her eyes darted and matched the curtain as the audience fell silent. A small applause died as the curtain lifted. Sarah began to utter the first words for the productions opening night.

"I am a Princess!", she exclaimed, "Why do they always expect me to look after my precious little brother! We have consorts for this sort of thing!’ Looking around the stage she stamped over to her next mark. Inside Sarah could feel her mind clouding, it was confused and fighting an urging thought. ‘This isn’t the same set is it ?those trees had leaves. Now they’re barren…’ The backdrop too had changed, instead of a mediocre distant Palace painting there was a great stone wall of some kind. ‘Am I the only one who can see this? ‘ She pondered nearly missing her next lines.

‘MmMalcolm ! Maaaalcolm ?! MALCOLM . Eugh, why I ought to just wish him away, yes wish him away to some dark cruel place, then that little brat will know exactly how it feels to be a slave in one’s own house.’ The lighting turned a distinct blue as Sarah stopped center stage, raising her arms above her head. They shivered, her legs felt as though they would give and buckle under an immense pressure. A pounding in her chest forced her breasts higher over the lip of the repugnant dress, a cold sweat making them glisten. She knew the line was coming up, the line she refused to say in the dress rehearsals. She paused longer than she needed to. Steven’s eyes drilled into her side, urging her to continue. Taking a breath she continued.

"I wish....I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away right now!" she proclaimed to the crowd. Her throat closed and limbs locked as she heard Steven whisper from the wings to his assistants.

‘What…It’s HIM that stupid bitch AND who the fuck is the Goblin King anyway !?’ Sarah’s eyes shot open, what had she done. She had no concern or fear over getting the line wrong, for some reason the fact of how she had gotten it wrong was causing her more panic. Audience members stared blankly at her some even began to chuckle or groan. Just as she started to feel at her weakest, as her feet turned to ice and heart was trying to burst from her chest the stage plummeted into darkness.

Her head filled with memories and illusions, Sarah saw flashes of her life being dangled in front of her. The Audience started to twist into figures she recognized, friends, boyfriends, enemies, family…. She saw her father and her mother walk towards her with joy in their eyes as they kissed her goodnight. She saw her father turn and embrace Karen, her mother fade away and her brother being wished away, her first kiss, the man who delivered her acceptance letter to drama school, Toby again. Growing up and leaving her behind. For a moment the figures paused. Sarah screamed as she felt a penetrating presence behind her. Trying to turn she felt cold hands grasp her wrist many more pushing her head towards the audience. There was a woman there slowly gliding through the stalls her hands stroking the figured. A tall man behind her almost dancing on the seats with trails from his jacket bouncing from the floor. With an intense crash, almost as if a great mirror had shattered everything vanished from existence, closing her eyes to shield herself Sarah fell back to the floor.

-Jareths POV-

Jareth sat in the abyss of his throne room, dusted and dank nothing had grown within it for decades. The only light visible was glinted from a smashed crystal in the rooms corner. Within its cracked surface Sarah could be seen moments earlier starting her play. He stirred at the sound of her voice;

‘I wish… I wish…’ Jareth waved his hand, the crystal fragments struck one another and re-formed. Catching it mid-air he launched from his throne spying through the surface of the crystal. Just in time for Sarah to vanish from the crystals vision.
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