Disclaimer: I don't own The Labyrinth,but if i did...Oh the possibilities
Sarah stared into the mirror day-dreaming again,almost burning an imaginary hole in it with her gaze. Nothing had panned out for her the way she wanted it. One person pulling her this way,another that way.
Now 23 she had the power to set out and do anything she thought of,but she unlike others she knew,she didnt get the pleasure. She would lay awake at night and think about her time at the Labyrinth,and how evil Jareth seemed at the time.
He had seemed to have a charm about him too. She had to think more about it before she ever thought about calling him at this point in time had to forget about fantasy. Though only eight years ago,it still seemed like yesterday.
Her father demanded more and more of her each day since an accident that ruined his chance of ever walking again,and it was putting a major toll on her. Her stepmother helped here and there but it was far from enough.
It was like she waited till Sarah had some time off to herself just to go and say she had to go run errands,or she was sick,or something in that nature. It made Sarah furious. She knew her stepmother was using her that way.
Not taking much time for her own husband,saying he was no good anymore and he lacked sexual appeal behind his back.
Not that Sarah cared for the last part too much,but she had no right to go and use the both of them.
She recalled many nights when Karen would come stumbling through the doorway smelling of alcohol and cigarettes,smelling like an all around bar,make-up being smeared on her face,and her bra straps hanging down from the previous seduction. This happened every other night and Sarah was sick and tired of it.
She decided to give it another go around,and if that backstabber thinks that she was doing that all secretly,she had another thing coming.
Jareth sat slumped in his throne tapping his riding crop against the side,watching the goblins running here and there. They were pathetic little creatures,but fascinating none the less. He was overly bored.
No one wished away children anymore,and so his Labyrinth was rendered useless.
He would stroll down the paths of his former striving Labyrinth only to find the walls crumbled and the inhabitants of certain parts dead or moved out never to be heard from again.
He could feel the power within him draining slowly everyday. He would lay in his bed sweating,his body refusing to get up,he would wince as pain shot through his body. The goblins were lucky if they saw the king at all.
They would all wonder why their once lively king had turned into a shell of his former self.
He would wish to himself sometimes that Sarah would give him another chance,for them both to reconcile,love each other. He just needed her to say his name,then he would have her love and that was the only thing that could make him stronger and help him rebuild his Labyrinth
Jareth conjured a crystal and gazed at Sarah. Her completion pale,and she had dark circles under her emerald green eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. It worried him to see her this way. It meant she was in a great deal of stress,and he would have given anything to releve that look in her eyes. He got up and walked to his bedchambers and laid down.
He stared at the ceiling,and then all of a sudden that pain shot through him causing him to convulse. He clenched his teeth and grabbed the sides of his bed desperate to make it go away,but each time it happened it was longer and more painful,it took all he had to keep from screaming in complete agony.
It finally stopped,the only sound that could be heard was his labored breathing. He had to have help,and he had to help Sarah at any cost.
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Sarah looked at her watch,it was in the dead of the night and she couldn't find sleep. She felt as if her body was crying out for sleep but her mind would not let that happen. Sighing she threw the covers from her body and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. Staring out into the yard,the way the moonlight eerily lit everything in a pale shade fascinated her,she just had this thing about being scared. She remembered when she was little how she would run a find a flashlight and sneak out in the dark of the night and shine it in the woods to see if eyes would glow back. She noticed a gentle breeze swaying the leaves of the big oak tree and saw perched in the tree an owl,it was white as snow. Shivers ran up her spine at the sight of it,it reminded her of him. Her mind had been so wrapped up within the labyrinth since she left that almost everything she saw in some way or another always seemed to have a connection with her time in there...
Authors Note: this part of the story is telling how both Sarah and Jareth's lives are going,and so far it isn't good for either of them,but it will be. To make the story worth wild I need you guys to read and review,and tell me what you think. It will help me lots :)
bye for now,WC