This fic was concieved as a prequel to 'Vampire', my first Labyrinth fanfic. Whereas that was told by her son, this is told Sarah's point of view. Again, it is pretty short and ambiguous so I would love to hear your interpretation, view, comments and criticisms of it! *g*
Her Death
By Gemma
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It'll show you your dreams.....
I hold it in my hand. A spherical reality, delicate, beautiful.
Beauty, an innocent ideal...the dream of every young girl. Bait.
I was told I was beautiful once.. once upon a time, in my own dark,
neverending, "fairy tale".
Forget.
Staring into its depths, the surrounding colours merge...brown, blue,
yellow. Red.
A reassuring scream, distant pain - time's first, childhood ripped
apart. Dreamless sleep, an imminant arrival. No warning, no answers -
only questions. I thought I had won. The prize? Prision, a conditioned
freedom. Beauty faded, innocence robbed. An object, hollow shell -
unfeeling, uncaring, used.
I can't run any longer. Brutal acceptance.
Yet I need to, I have to. There's something...someone...they need
their...
Let go.
It beckons me - warmth on my face, light in the darkness...
Forget, beauty amongst evil, let go.
I was beautiful once.....you can be again.
I can be again.
Yet it nags, that feeling. A distant memory pulling...
He smiles, knowingly. Forget...
I let go.
*****
Please, RR! I'm a relatively new writer so I'd love any feedback!
Thanx for reading!
Gemma
Her Death
By Gemma
****
It'll show you your dreams.....
I hold it in my hand. A spherical reality, delicate, beautiful.
Beauty, an innocent ideal...the dream of every young girl. Bait.
I was told I was beautiful once.. once upon a time, in my own dark,
neverending, "fairy tale".
Forget.
Staring into its depths, the surrounding colours merge...brown, blue,
yellow. Red.
A reassuring scream, distant pain - time's first, childhood ripped
apart. Dreamless sleep, an imminant arrival. No warning, no answers -
only questions. I thought I had won. The prize? Prision, a conditioned
freedom. Beauty faded, innocence robbed. An object, hollow shell -
unfeeling, uncaring, used.
I can't run any longer. Brutal acceptance.
Yet I need to, I have to. There's something...someone...they need
their...
Let go.
It beckons me - warmth on my face, light in the darkness...
Forget, beauty amongst evil, let go.
I was beautiful once.....you can be again.
I can be again.
Yet it nags, that feeling. A distant memory pulling...
He smiles, knowingly. Forget...
I let go.
*****
Please, RR! I'm a relatively new writer so I'd love any feedback!
Thanx for reading!
Gemma
