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Disclaimers- I do not own Sarah, Jareth, or any other Labyrinth characters that may pop up in my ficcie. All I own are my plot bunnies and the idea for this fic. ((Though I'd LIKE to own Jareth.... *Wicked/evil grin*....))
Author's note- Ok, this is just the first chapter, but trust me, there WILL be more! ^^ I've had this idea for a fic for quite awhile, so I'm finally doing it! ^^ Anyway, like I said, this is only the first chapter, so I know it may not be so juicy yet, but hang out for the second! ENJOY!!!!
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Chapter one
Chestnut hair fell over the shoulders of a young woman, with eyes like rich and luchious chocolate. Her fair complexion seemed to glow in the dim light of what looked like a livingroom. In fact, the only light was that from a small table lamp across the room, that would soon need a new lightbulb.
The living room appeared rundown, what with the stuffing of the couch popping out from the arms and cushions. Not to mention all the pictures were tilted as if no one took care of the place, and there was a hole in the glass window. Paint was chipping off the walls, and there were books under one of the legs of the coffee table to keep it up.
The woman let out a soft sob, putting her hands over her face and resting her elbows on her knees.
"Please let me just wake up and be fifteen again...." she sobbed.
It was undoubtably Sarah, six years after her journey through the Labyrinth. She was poor, struggling to keep herself on her feet, and bearing the weight of depression apon her back.
The phone on the sidetable next to her rang, giving Sarah a jump, before she picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked the phone.
"Hello, Sarah? It's Doctor Frustan." said a female voice.
"Oh, hello doctor." Sarah replied, wiping up her tears and sniffing her nose.
"Sarah, you're late for your appointment. You were suppossed to be here fifteen minutes ago." Doctor Frustan said, surprisingly having the upmost patience.
"Oh, I'm sorry doctor! I thought it was Tuesday!"
The voice chuckled good naturedly. "It's no problem, Sarah. I'll expect you in ten minutes?"
"Yes, of course, I'll just get my shoes on and go."
"Good, see you then dear."
"Alright, goodbye."
Sarah hung up the phone and stood, walking over to the front door and slipping on her sandles. She grabbed her large brown leather purse off a table next to the door, also holding a vase with half-wilted flowers.
Opening the door and locking it from inside, she pulled out her car keys and jogged from her front step to her car door. She inserted the key in the slot and turned it, then pulled on the handle, opening the creaky door. Her car was nothing fancy, just a 1995 Toyota, but it got her around.
She pulled out of the small driveway, and waved to her neighbor, Mr. Klarke, who was watering his flowers. He was a nice, retired old man who felt like a father to her. It was nice to talk to him on bad days.
She started down the road and turned on he radio. She sighed as a song ended and an advertisement started.
"That's all you ever hear nowadays..... advertisements." she mumbled, and switched it to another station.
A song she liked came on, and she bobbed her head slightly, singing along with it as she pulled onto the freeway. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel and beeped half-heartedly at a guy who cut her off.
"Jerk..." she mumbled lazily, looking at the man in his expensive car through his back windsheild.
She turned into the next lane and sped up a little to pass him, but when she did, he only did the same.
By now, Sarah was starting to get a little pissed off, so she did it again. But once more, he did the same.
"You asshole!" she yelled, hitting her horn to beep at him. But this apparently only maded the driver angrier, because he slowed down.
Sarah sighed and gave up, pulling into the left lane and staying there, but when her car was neck and neck with the fancy red car, she glanced over and saw something she never would have guessed to see.
In the red car, was a man smiling at her. Blonde-white hair, done up in a very eighties style, with long strands falling from some shorter, whispy ones sticking out on the top. His cheek bones were very defined, a nice long nose, and oddly enough he had rather pointed teeth. She couldn't see his eye color from there, but she could tell that her was wearing a rather odd leather jacket.
She screamed. It was the Goblin King, who else could it be? She nearly swerved off the road, but saved herself at the last minute, and refused to look at the driver of the red car.
"It's not J--- the Goblin King.... it just can't be!" she yelled to no one. She hadn't said his name since her return from the Labyrinth. She couldn't. It hurt her.
She looked over at the driver again, and it was no longer the face of the Goblin King. It was a teenager with brown hair and a completely different face.
Sarah sighed relief, but then thought out loud. "Have I lost my mind?"
It was finally her exit, so she pulled into the right lane and got off, driving her way to the therepist.
"My eyes are just playing games, that's all..." she mumbled, pulling into the Phsyciatrist's Office parking lot, and parking her car near the entrance.
"But that's why I'm here..." she mumbled, leaning her forehead on the steering wheel, "To forget about the Labyrinth... to forget him."
She turned the car off and pulled out her keys, swinging the door open and pushing the lock down with her finger.
Sarah looked down at her clothes, wishing she'd changed. She was dressed in a blank white T-shirt and ripped jeans.
"Too late now." she said with a shrug, and walked up the steps to the office, pushing the glass door open.
Sitting behind a desk was an attractive woman, seemingly in her early fourties. With short red hair, and calm green eyes, she gave a heartwarming smile, causing the wrinkles around her eyes to crinkle up a bit.
"There you are, Sarah. I've been waiting." Said the same voice that was on the phone.
The woman stood up, and opened a door behind the desk, motioning for Sarah to enter.
When Sarah did so, the woman followed and Sarah lied down on an antique looking sofa. She swung her legs over the end and sighed. "I'm so sorry..."
"It's no problem, really. Gave me time to check my daughters homework."
Sarah smiled. She knew Doctor Frustan's daughter and thought her to be a very nice little girl.
"So, what's been on your mind, Sarah?" Doctor Frustan asked, taking a seat and pulling out a clipboard.
"Well... you remember the journey through the Labyrinth I had when I was sixteen?" Sarah asked.
"You mean the dream."
"But it was so real!"
"A realistic dream. But that's not the point, what were you saying?"
"Well, I was driving here and I thought I saw J--- the Goblin King in a car, smiling at me..."
The doctor sighed, setting her clipboard in her lap. "First of all, Sarah, fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself..."
"I know, I know..."
"And secondly, Sarah, he's just your imagination. He's not real. Merely an idea from your adolecance, made up of things from your everyday life."
"But there was nothing like him.... nothing..."
"Maybe not as a whole, but as a part."
"Yes, yes."
"Sarah, you're due for more of your depression and halucination pills, am I correct?"
"Been out for a week."
"I'll call in some more. Honestly Sarah, you really must tell me these things."
"I know." Sarah replied. Truth was, she hated taking those pills. They affected her acting skills. Which didn't reall need to go down anytime soon.
"Anything else been on your mind?"
"Well, just worrying about work and things. I barely have enough money to buy myself food these days..." Sarah sighed. It was true, she looked like skin and bones, though not anorexicly. She still had her figure, but she used to have a bit more meat on those bones.
"Yes, I understand, dear. That's why I give you a break on your payments."
Sarah nodded. She was very thankful to have such a kind doctor. She wasn't sure what she'd do without her.
"I know, and thank you again." Sarah said, managing a soft smile.
"But also, I've been missing home. Wishing I was younger again. Before I went into--- dreamed about the Labyrinth."
Dr. Frustan sighed. "Sarah, you're 21 years old. You can't dwell on the past anymore. It's time to live in the now, and for the future."
"I know," Sarah replied, "I can't help it."
Dr. Frustan managed a good naturedly exagerated roll of the eyes and chuckled lightly. "That's what the pills are for, dear."
Sarah managed a giggle. "I'll pick them up on my way home tonight."
"Good girl," the doctor looked at her watch, "Oh, speaking of which, that's all for tonight. I'll call those pills in and you can pick them up on your way home."
"Alright." she replied, swinging her legs off the arm of the sofa and standing up. "I'll see you next week, Dr. Frustan."
She waved to the older woman, who was picking up her phone and waving back, before exiting the office building and jogging over to her car. She unlocked it and hopped in, starting it and pulling out of her parking space.
She had little intention of dropping by the drugstore that night, but instead pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, mumbling to herself.
"I'll do it tomorrow..."
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Author's note- I love the Labyrinth, but ya know what else I love? REVIEWS! Please PLEASE review or I will feel unloved and left in the dark! And besides, all people who read this and don't review will suffer painful and untimely deaths.
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Disclaimers- I do not own Sarah, Jareth, or any other Labyrinth characters that may pop up in my ficcie. All I own are my plot bunnies and the idea for this fic. ((Though I'd LIKE to own Jareth.... *Wicked/evil grin*....))
Author's note- Ok, this is just the first chapter, but trust me, there WILL be more! ^^ I've had this idea for a fic for quite awhile, so I'm finally doing it! ^^ Anyway, like I said, this is only the first chapter, so I know it may not be so juicy yet, but hang out for the second! ENJOY!!!!
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Chapter one
Chestnut hair fell over the shoulders of a young woman, with eyes like rich and luchious chocolate. Her fair complexion seemed to glow in the dim light of what looked like a livingroom. In fact, the only light was that from a small table lamp across the room, that would soon need a new lightbulb.
The living room appeared rundown, what with the stuffing of the couch popping out from the arms and cushions. Not to mention all the pictures were tilted as if no one took care of the place, and there was a hole in the glass window. Paint was chipping off the walls, and there were books under one of the legs of the coffee table to keep it up.
The woman let out a soft sob, putting her hands over her face and resting her elbows on her knees.
"Please let me just wake up and be fifteen again...." she sobbed.
It was undoubtably Sarah, six years after her journey through the Labyrinth. She was poor, struggling to keep herself on her feet, and bearing the weight of depression apon her back.
The phone on the sidetable next to her rang, giving Sarah a jump, before she picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked the phone.
"Hello, Sarah? It's Doctor Frustan." said a female voice.
"Oh, hello doctor." Sarah replied, wiping up her tears and sniffing her nose.
"Sarah, you're late for your appointment. You were suppossed to be here fifteen minutes ago." Doctor Frustan said, surprisingly having the upmost patience.
"Oh, I'm sorry doctor! I thought it was Tuesday!"
The voice chuckled good naturedly. "It's no problem, Sarah. I'll expect you in ten minutes?"
"Yes, of course, I'll just get my shoes on and go."
"Good, see you then dear."
"Alright, goodbye."
Sarah hung up the phone and stood, walking over to the front door and slipping on her sandles. She grabbed her large brown leather purse off a table next to the door, also holding a vase with half-wilted flowers.
Opening the door and locking it from inside, she pulled out her car keys and jogged from her front step to her car door. She inserted the key in the slot and turned it, then pulled on the handle, opening the creaky door. Her car was nothing fancy, just a 1995 Toyota, but it got her around.
She pulled out of the small driveway, and waved to her neighbor, Mr. Klarke, who was watering his flowers. He was a nice, retired old man who felt like a father to her. It was nice to talk to him on bad days.
She started down the road and turned on he radio. She sighed as a song ended and an advertisement started.
"That's all you ever hear nowadays..... advertisements." she mumbled, and switched it to another station.
A song she liked came on, and she bobbed her head slightly, singing along with it as she pulled onto the freeway. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel and beeped half-heartedly at a guy who cut her off.
"Jerk..." she mumbled lazily, looking at the man in his expensive car through his back windsheild.
She turned into the next lane and sped up a little to pass him, but when she did, he only did the same.
By now, Sarah was starting to get a little pissed off, so she did it again. But once more, he did the same.
"You asshole!" she yelled, hitting her horn to beep at him. But this apparently only maded the driver angrier, because he slowed down.
Sarah sighed and gave up, pulling into the left lane and staying there, but when her car was neck and neck with the fancy red car, she glanced over and saw something she never would have guessed to see.
In the red car, was a man smiling at her. Blonde-white hair, done up in a very eighties style, with long strands falling from some shorter, whispy ones sticking out on the top. His cheek bones were very defined, a nice long nose, and oddly enough he had rather pointed teeth. She couldn't see his eye color from there, but she could tell that her was wearing a rather odd leather jacket.
She screamed. It was the Goblin King, who else could it be? She nearly swerved off the road, but saved herself at the last minute, and refused to look at the driver of the red car.
"It's not J--- the Goblin King.... it just can't be!" she yelled to no one. She hadn't said his name since her return from the Labyrinth. She couldn't. It hurt her.
She looked over at the driver again, and it was no longer the face of the Goblin King. It was a teenager with brown hair and a completely different face.
Sarah sighed relief, but then thought out loud. "Have I lost my mind?"
It was finally her exit, so she pulled into the right lane and got off, driving her way to the therepist.
"My eyes are just playing games, that's all..." she mumbled, pulling into the Phsyciatrist's Office parking lot, and parking her car near the entrance.
"But that's why I'm here..." she mumbled, leaning her forehead on the steering wheel, "To forget about the Labyrinth... to forget him."
She turned the car off and pulled out her keys, swinging the door open and pushing the lock down with her finger.
Sarah looked down at her clothes, wishing she'd changed. She was dressed in a blank white T-shirt and ripped jeans.
"Too late now." she said with a shrug, and walked up the steps to the office, pushing the glass door open.
Sitting behind a desk was an attractive woman, seemingly in her early fourties. With short red hair, and calm green eyes, she gave a heartwarming smile, causing the wrinkles around her eyes to crinkle up a bit.
"There you are, Sarah. I've been waiting." Said the same voice that was on the phone.
The woman stood up, and opened a door behind the desk, motioning for Sarah to enter.
When Sarah did so, the woman followed and Sarah lied down on an antique looking sofa. She swung her legs over the end and sighed. "I'm so sorry..."
"It's no problem, really. Gave me time to check my daughters homework."
Sarah smiled. She knew Doctor Frustan's daughter and thought her to be a very nice little girl.
"So, what's been on your mind, Sarah?" Doctor Frustan asked, taking a seat and pulling out a clipboard.
"Well... you remember the journey through the Labyrinth I had when I was sixteen?" Sarah asked.
"You mean the dream."
"But it was so real!"
"A realistic dream. But that's not the point, what were you saying?"
"Well, I was driving here and I thought I saw J--- the Goblin King in a car, smiling at me..."
The doctor sighed, setting her clipboard in her lap. "First of all, Sarah, fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself..."
"I know, I know..."
"And secondly, Sarah, he's just your imagination. He's not real. Merely an idea from your adolecance, made up of things from your everyday life."
"But there was nothing like him.... nothing..."
"Maybe not as a whole, but as a part."
"Yes, yes."
"Sarah, you're due for more of your depression and halucination pills, am I correct?"
"Been out for a week."
"I'll call in some more. Honestly Sarah, you really must tell me these things."
"I know." Sarah replied. Truth was, she hated taking those pills. They affected her acting skills. Which didn't reall need to go down anytime soon.
"Anything else been on your mind?"
"Well, just worrying about work and things. I barely have enough money to buy myself food these days..." Sarah sighed. It was true, she looked like skin and bones, though not anorexicly. She still had her figure, but she used to have a bit more meat on those bones.
"Yes, I understand, dear. That's why I give you a break on your payments."
Sarah nodded. She was very thankful to have such a kind doctor. She wasn't sure what she'd do without her.
"I know, and thank you again." Sarah said, managing a soft smile.
"But also, I've been missing home. Wishing I was younger again. Before I went into--- dreamed about the Labyrinth."
Dr. Frustan sighed. "Sarah, you're 21 years old. You can't dwell on the past anymore. It's time to live in the now, and for the future."
"I know," Sarah replied, "I can't help it."
Dr. Frustan managed a good naturedly exagerated roll of the eyes and chuckled lightly. "That's what the pills are for, dear."
Sarah managed a giggle. "I'll pick them up on my way home tonight."
"Good girl," the doctor looked at her watch, "Oh, speaking of which, that's all for tonight. I'll call those pills in and you can pick them up on your way home."
"Alright." she replied, swinging her legs off the arm of the sofa and standing up. "I'll see you next week, Dr. Frustan."
She waved to the older woman, who was picking up her phone and waving back, before exiting the office building and jogging over to her car. She unlocked it and hopped in, starting it and pulling out of her parking space.
She had little intention of dropping by the drugstore that night, but instead pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, mumbling to herself.
"I'll do it tomorrow..."
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Author's note- I love the Labyrinth, but ya know what else I love? REVIEWS! Please PLEASE review or I will feel unloved and left in the dark! And besides, all people who read this and don't review will suffer painful and untimely deaths.
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