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Dreams Ch. 2

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Chapter 2: Night Terrors, Dream Paintings.

The face staring at her was so sad, it was always sad, heartbroken. But she couldn't stop the words falling from her lips.

'You have no power over me...' She knew what came next, the sound that always caused the fracture in her heart to rip back open.

'NO!' pure anguish on his face, mismatched eyes horrified, then he just looked crestfallen and sad as he threw the crystal into the air and vanished, 'Sarah...Sarah...' only this time she didn't disappear. She sank to the cracked stone floor knees thudding painfully against the stone as the sob ripped from her throat and her hands reached for the person who wasn't there anymore, 'Sarah... Sarah...' his sad voice echoed in the destroyed chamber.

There was the sound of fluttering wings at the window floating in empty space to her right and she shot to her feet hope rising in her chest as it always did. Her footsteps echoed as she sprinted to the window, the white and gold feathers glittered in the sunlight as he flew away, 'Jareth!' she leaned out the window hips and stomach scraping painfully against the ledge as she reached out to hopefully catch hold of the beautiful bird of prey. She missed and her scream echoed as she rushed head long towards the stone covered ground below.

Sarah jolted awake in her bed, body sitting up in one swift jerky motion, her hands clutched the sheets and she could feel the cold sweat dripping down her back. Prying her fingers loose from the blankets she placed it on her racing heart for a moment before lifting it farther to run it through her hair, that dream again, she had thought they were over. But they never were, they always came back, the buzzing of her cellphone on her night stand drew her attention and she snatched it up before the ringer could start. Flipping it open with her thumb she brought it to her ear, "Hello?" she kept her voice soft glancing over at her snoring roommate to make sure she still slept.

"Sarah?" the voice on the other end whispered as well, although this voice was quite a bit younger and male.

"Toby... what are you doing wake?" she asked even though she knew what he'd say, her hear thumping a little harder.

"You were having that dream again. Are you okay?" she nodded even though she knew he couldn't see it.

"I'm fine, you should be in bed, you have school in the morning." she kept her voice soft as she sat up, one hand pushing back the tangled tumble of chocolate colored hair that was trying to eat her face.

"It woke me, you always have these dreams before you come home." he was right, she had the dreams once or twice a month... unless she was going home, then she had them every night, "Are you still going to come home?" his voice was tiny and scared, scared that she wouldn't come home.

"Of course I'm coming home, it is summer vacation after all, besides I promised you a trip to the water park this year." she could feel his happiness as if she could see his grin right in front of her. She shoved at her blankets and stood, the over sized button down shirt she wore as pajamas falling to the tops of her thighs as she made her way towards the covered windows.

"Good, and no rain checks this time." he huffed softly and she could see his bottom lip sticking out in a deadly pout in her head, she smiled feeling better and not near as shaky as she had when the phone first woke her. She opened the curtain on her room mates side of the room, the moons light filtering through to hit the canvas which stood on it's easel before her stool.

"No rain checks, now go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow after school." she sat and stared up at the painting that was missing only it's finishing touches.

"Will you pick me up?" she smiled and picked up a paintbrush.

"If Mother will let me." she squirted a dab of paint on her pallet and dipped the brush tip in before swirling it over the canvas.

"Okay, night Sarah, no more bad dreams okay?" she nodded.

"Right, if I have them you can wake me up again. Night Toby." she waited for him to hang up before she closed her phone and set it aside. She was almost used to being awake at this hour, she did her best work during the night with the moon shining down on her easel. This one was no different, her art teacher wanted to sell it, the last one had sold for a few hundred dollars at the school auction. She stared at the painting, the first one had been of fairies fleeing with gleeful grins as a little figure in leather and a red cap had chased them with a spray can.

This one... this one was different, one of her nightmares come to life, the back profile of a girl in a ragged mother of pearl dress her dark hair hanging in messy tangled lanks, standing in an open tower door, her hand was propped on the door jamb, and she was staring out at a waste land. The wasteland that had once been a sprawling city, and beyond it crumbled and broken walls of what had been a great maze, even the shrub part of the maze had turned into nothing but burnt brown skeletons. Dingy sunlight filtered through gray colored clouds tossing shadows on a figure who stood atop a chunk of crumbling wall, his form clothed in black and glowing eyes staring up at the girl who's face could not be seen.

Sarah dragged her brush over a spot on the dress, adding another mark then reached for water barely allowing the tip of the brush to touch it before she moved it back to the painting to add dirt stains on the tattered dress. This painting caused her stomach to twist and a sick feeling to rush up her throat, yet she needed to paint it and so she did. As her art professor and room mate often told the twenty-two year old girl was that once she started painting it was as if she were possessed by something to finish it, nothing else mattered, she was in another world. Often painting times would come after her nightmares, and sometimes after her sweeter dreams of the labyrinth, and even just memories that she felt she needed to keep in clear view. Sunlight filtering through the window drew her attention, she'd long since finished the painting and had just been staring at it, watching the damp paint dry.

Glancing out the window she stood again and headed for the outfit she had laid out for the day, just a pair of jeans and a green tank top with a pair of flat ballet shoes, she was brushing her hair when the alarm clock went off bringing a stream of curse words from her room mate as she slapped the clock off and grabbed the bag beside her bead before heading out the door without so much as a good morning. Sam very rarely spoke of a morning unless it was swear words, Sarah shook her head and pulled her hair up in a loose twist securing it with a pin shaped like a butterfly. Sam came back just as Sarah was packing away the last of her art supplies to take downstairs, her painting rested on her now bare bed along with her backpack and duffel full of random junk.

"It looks so sad." Sarah looked up at Sam who was staring at the painting, as much a red head as Sarah was a burnett, blue eyes, peaches and cream skin sprinkled with freckles, and miss perfect make-up, hair and clothes, "I donno, but it seems like she's trying to get to him." she pointed at the shadowy figure on the wall, "But also like the fight is taking it's toll on her... and her wardrobe." the girl giggled and shook her head, she was a fashion design major where as Sarah was just an art major.

"I think she is sad, and thus so is the world around her, she can't get to what she wants so desperately to see again." Sarah smiled faintly and picked up her stuff, somehow juggling and balancing everything, "See you next semester?" The red headed girl nodded and held the door for Sarah. Duffel and art supplies were placed in her already stuffed car before she slung her backpack into the front seat and turned towards the art building, with a deep indrawn breath she headed that direction. The teachers offices were on the third floor, and Professor Domic's office was the third door on the right, the older woman sat at her desk staring at the departing students through her window.

"Professor?" blue eyes turned toward her and a smile lit them along with the still youthful face.

"Sarah, finished I see." Sarah nodded and stepped into the room to hand her favorite teacher the painting, the woman's bespectacled gaze took the painting in and sadness flitted across her eyes, "You're paintings, they always invoke emotions in those who see them. I've had that said to me several times, it's as if you put every part of yourself into them, all of your emotions and thoughts." Heather Domic's voice was aged yet soft and smooth, hidden wisdom within each word she spoke, Sarah clenched her hands together at the stab of sadness that knifed through her, few knew how much of herself she truly did put into each stroke her brush or pen made across a blank slate of material.

"I do, I love to paint, it's when I'm the happiest or the saddest." the woman glanced at the painting again.

"I see lost love in this, longing that you won't let take over your life but you still feel it's pull." those blue eyes turned up to meet hazel, "You're very strong willed," thin lips painted a dull mauve twitched into a small smile, "And even though you long so very much to pine for this love you move forward." Sarah shifted guiltily.

"You know a lot Professor." the older woman grinned.

"I've learned quite a few people paint or draw what is in their hearts, some more so then others. You're going home for vacation?" Sarah nodded.

"I miss my family."

"And friends?" Sarah felt another stab of sadness, this time tinged with the bitter taste of loneliness.

"I don't have that many friends at home," only two other then the three she could call forth in the mirror.

"I see... well I'm sure you'll make new ones sooner then you think." Sarah tilted her head looking questioningly at her teacher for a moment, "Have a great summer Sarah." Blinking Sarah nodded.

"You too Professor." with a slight wave she made her way back downstairs and to her car sliding into the drivers seat with a deep sigh, it was time to go back into that place and face the memories for the next few months, and she was looking forward to it.
Second chapter, yes it's slow, but it is to give a little insight on how Sarah's life has been going and how she is coping with the loss of her love and what she did to him. Once again all comments are welcome.

Sarah and Jareth are copyrighted to their actors and creators not me, this is for shits and giggles and the fact that I hated how the book and movie ended -.- shoulda got together damn it!
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