Love Starved - by Shopgirl42
Sarah has been beaten down by life. At her lowest point, she calls on the goblins for help. Will the Goblin King be merciful to her plea for help? J/S, of course.
Prologue - When Life Gets You Down
As the sunlight dimmed and streetlights and neon signs created an artificial daylight, a young woman could be seen struggling through the city streets. She clung to a long jacket, wrapping it around herself. The buttons on the coat had long since worn and fallen off; the lining was torn yet still offered some warmth to the girl. Her long black hair impeded her view as her eyes searched the buildings from the sidewalk. She was a slight girl, about 27 years of age. Her eyes were outlined with the black bags that denote a lack of sleep; her skin prickled with goose bumps as she struggled against the autumn wind. She stumbled along, trying to stay upright, trying to fight against the exhaustion that was threatening to overcome her.
"You have no power over me." With those words, her world had shattered, and life had never been the same. In the beginning, things were better, of course. Thoughts of the Goblin King were few and far between; she felt no more fear for him, and felt strong and safe. She was now so attentive to Toby that Karen, her stepmother, wondered what had suddenly happened to transform the girl. Karen was still snippy with her step daughter, but hid this from her husband. Then, in a tragic accident, Sarah's father had been killed by a drunk driver. After only a week of mourning, Karen had demanded that 17 year old Sarah would need to drop all plans of college and concentrate instead on working 2 jobs, one every weekday and one on nights and weekends. To build discipline, she said. Although Sarah got the distinct impression that this was a ploy to get her out of the house, and consequently out of sight and out of mind.
So, swallowing her pride, Sarah had taken on two jobs, striving to live up to the expectations of who was now the only parent she had. Nothing ever seemed to be enough, however; if Sarah was working too much, she would be reprimanded for not getting the laundry and dishes done at home. If she stayed home to get the chores finished, Karen would scream that she was not working enough. She would have liked to call on her labyrinth friends, but was always so exhausted at the end of the day, that she could do no more than fall into a fitful sleep. Finally, after two years of holding in her feelings, Sarah's temper got the better of her. She told Karen, in a fit of anger, that her father never should have married her. Karen's eyes had glazed over, as her rage built to a lethal level.
"Get out," she had breathed, and only minutes later, Sarah had found herself out of the house and on her own.
For a while, things had gone better. She had decided to quit her weekend/night job, and concentrate her energy on the other. On her meager earnings, she had been able to secure a small apartment in the middle of the city, and could buy food and most of the things she needed. She missed Toby terribly, but wouldn't risk running into Karen again for anything. So she worked on building up a new life for herself.
Then, the unbearable happened. A passing drunk had thrown a bottle of booze and a half-lit cigarette onto the porch of her apartment building. Within minutes, the blaze had eaten the first floor, and was spreading upward. Sarah escaped intact, but her belongings and earnings were destroyed in the flames.
A week later, another catastrophe struck. The company where she worked was 'restructuring,' and could not afford to keep her on salary. She would have to be let go. Now homeless and without an income, Sarah could not remember a time when she had felt lower. The world seemed determined to beat her down. She had taken to whimpering, and calling the names of her labyrinthine friends, hoping that some reflection in a glass store front would send them to her. But no such luck. She had finally reached the end; she would wander until she starved or froze to death.
About to consider the latter option as a welcome rest, she saw an abandoned building, and noticed that the front door seemed to be slightly open. Now dragging herself up the steps to the doorway, she groaned as the first pains of hypothermia reached her. She reached toward the door and grasped the doorknob.
"I wish the goblins would take me away. Right now."