Disclaimer: I retain all rights to everything in this story, except for anything that already belongs to the current copyright holders of the film "Labyrinth" or any official media pertaining thereof.
Through the Looking Glass
Sarah returned home from the Goblin Kingdom, relieved that her ordeal was over. Yet, the fantastical world of the Labyrinth was far more interesting than her own. So Sarah called on her new, (and only,) friends more and more, and more and more they appeared. Hoggle with his nervous shuffle, Ludo with his overbearing friendliness, Sir Didymus, no introduction needed. For two years, they traveled between worlds at a moment's notice, but never did Sarah go back. What would Jareth think?
Her friends came to her sporadically. At times, Hoggle or Sir Didymus were busy, and she was left only with Ludo to console her. Loyal Ludo, however, always came when Sarah asked. He was practically at her beck and call.
Sarah usually called her friends when she was sad or upset. The so called people at school were so mean, they were more like goblins. Not even Drama class was what it should be. The girls lied to her face, talking more cruel lies behind her back, and the boys didn't even glance once in her direction. This led to a series of long, tear filled nights.
One such night, Sarah called to her friends through the mirror. "I need you," she cried, and waited.
And waited.
Nothing happened. The mirror stayed blank, and her room remained empty. Except for the clutter, and herself.
Well, at that moment, Sarah felt like clutter. Hoggle, and Didymus, and Ludo, have always been there to comfort her. Ludo always came no matter what, he was her rock. And Sir Didymus would never abandon her in a time of need. Hoggle, well, they were past that. Without them, she was just a nerdy girl in a small Connecticut suburb, sitting in a room full of nothing, talking to herself. She had no human friends to turn to, her parents were tyrants, and her brother was a brat.
So Sarah decided to try going through the mirror, instead of the other way around.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to the goblin hall," Sarah whispered, her voice sliding easily into a theatrical tone. In moments of extreme stress, she reverted back to her dramatic roots.
She reached out towards the mirror, just like she saw in the Matrix, when Hoggle brought back a tape. Her fingertips touched the shimmering surface, and she started walking towards it. The mirror was high up on the dresser, causing Sarah to climb on it, balancing precariously amidst her books and action figures. Finally, she stepped through the mirror. It felt like cold freshwater as she slid though, and through, with baited breath. Sarah closed her eyes.