A/N heya ppl, okay this is my first fan fic so please dont kill me...im not to sure on the full length plot just yet but i know it is over a couple of chapters...but if no one is interest please let me know and ill attempt to write another but if u are interested please please let me know...thnx x
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, Jareth, Sarah or any other characters..if i did i would be rich and happy :D
The hands on the clock showed the time was 11pm. 'Not to late to go out for a walk' she thought as she put on her long woolly cardigan and comfy boots. She quietly made her way down the stairs managing not to step on the squeaky step, and out of the front door. Slowly turning towards the night her dark green eyes adjusted to the light, she adjusted her long dark hair over her ears as if to keep them warm and headed off towards the park that she loved when she was younger. 'Younger…' she thought 'I'm only 18…okay I'm not a child anymore but I am still older.'
As she made her way along the dark deserted streets sudden dull pains were slowly numbing the back of her head. She slowly raised her hand to the back of her head and wasn't surprised to feel a small amount of a sticky substance. 'DAMN! I'm bleeding again!' She bought her hand back down and examined the blood…not too much as before, so she wiped it on the leg of her jeans and continued to walk. She cast her mind back earlier that day when she arrived home after school to find her father glaring at her from the other end of the hallway. 'Oh No' she thought.
'YOU'RE 15 MINUTES LATE!!' The anger in his eyes was uncontrollable; if they could his eyes would be shooting jets of fire at his daughter. 'Dad I had to pop by the library to drop a book off, I forgot it was a couple of days late.' Her father seemed to calm down a bit after hearing her words and Sarah thought nothing of it as she walked into the living room. Suddenly a pain seared through to the back of her head like someone had just rammed a knife there and took a chunk out. She immediately fell to the floor one hand covering the back of her head the other on the floor to support herself in case her body decided that it wanted to pass out on her. However small jabbing pains were at her hand as well that was on the floor, she turned her hand palm side up to discover a nice sized bit of broken glass stuck slap bang in the middle of it. She turned back to look at the person who had caused her this trauma, no surprise at all but it was yet again her father. 'I warned you about being late and you still defy me, and then have the nerve to make a pathetic excuse and expect me to just allow it!' Her father screamed at her in frustration.
Sarah slowly turned back to look around and finally discovered what object of his choosing had caused so much pain. It was none other than the crystal ash tray Karen (her ex stepmother) had bought him for some anniversary. 'You Bastard!' she screamed back at him, tears slowly filling her eyes due to pain and sheer anger. Someone had grabbed her wrist and Sarah winced as her father's nails dug deep into her skin causing it to break as small droplets of blood were dripping like wet paint on to the carpet. The other hand suddenly went to her throat trying to squeeze the life from her. 'Great…I try to reduce my fine on a fucking book and now I'm about to be murdered for it because I was late!'
Suddenly her thoughts snapped back into reality as she struggled to breathe and hold onto her consciousness. She could slowly feel the dark obyss circling the corners of her eyes. 'Don't you ever speak to me like that again…you hear' her father was talking very calm for someone strangling their own daughter, like it came naturally. 'Get up to your room and out of my sight.'
The hand was removed from her wrist and throat and her father backed away and out of the room. Sarah slowly rose to her feet, trying to stay balanced and carefully walked out of the room and headed for the stairs. When a voice called out 'DON'T EXPECT ANY DINNER…YOU'RE NOT EATING FOR A WEEK IN THIS HOUSE!'
Sarah had aroused from her bed over 2 hours later to discover she had indeed passed out. This thought bought her back to reality as she crossed the bridge of the little river that led into the park. She slowly took a deep breath and decided to take the long way around the park so she could be out longer away from her living hell. O if her Dad found her gone now she was sure he would kick the daylights out of her. She walked up to the fountain and sat on the ledge and crossed her legs under her to keep in the heat. She hadn't realised it was this cold when she decided to go for a walk.
Karen her ex stepmother had left 3 years ago taking Sarah's half brother Toby with her, leaving Sarah with him. Karen had soon realised she was living with an aggressive and controlling husband. She was not prepared to stay with him any longer and left. Sarah was never close with her Stepmother, this was the reason her Dad had blamed Sarah for Karen's decision to leave. He would not admit that it was him and him only in the wrong and he decided to punish Sarah for making Karen leave.
Sarah looked down at her hands, the cut on her palm was scabbed over and she slowly started to pick, causing the wound to open once again. Slowly tears started to brim at her eyes and she couldn't hold it any longer. One by one tears were falling from her eyes into her hands causing the wound to sting with the reaction of the salt. She had thought of running away many a times but she had no where to go, her real mum was dead along with any grandparents, and deep down she had hoped this pain was a passing thing with her father. She wanted him to change and she truly thought he would…but then again she knew he wouldn't. She had no money to leave she finished school this year but her father made it quite clear she would not be going to college but to stay at home and become some sort of slave of the house, never to leave his sight.
In the trees ahead of her she heard a distant cooing of what she presumed was an owl, she saw it fly into the trees in front of her, but she just passed it off as another noise in the night. She thought back again this time to when living at home was so bad she started to rebel out against everything. Although she was only 18; by 16 she had started smoking, by 17 she had stopped smoking it made her feel quite ill but she had lost her innocence to a boy at school during lunch one day when thy bunked off to his house. This became a regular meet but it meant nothing to her, he meant nothing to her it was something she could control, not her fucking arsehole of a father. She broke it off after a couple of months. She had no real friends, friends she could rely on like any normal 18 year old had. She was proud of her self in one respect she never touched drugs. A small smile formed at her lips, she was so stupid. Any normal person would have upt and left home and lived on the street just to get away but no she stayed and was made to live with some man who presumably was her father but she didn't see him as her father just a man. She used to be so tough, taking any challenge that was sent her way but now she was a wreck. I mean she took on the hardest challenge of her life she solved a maze that was supposed to be impossible just to win her brother back that must have shown courage right? Yet she would probably never see him again now he had left with Karen. She hadn't thought about the Labyrinth in just under 3 years, just after Karen left. Tears again began to flow freely from her eyes. Beautiful emerald eyes that hid so much pain and anguish under the dark long black lashes from the rest of the world like a mask but when no one was watching the pain slipped out each salty tear at a time. She covered her face with the palms of her hands pressing hard into her eye sockets trying with her might to numb the pain, sobs from her throat reached out to her mouth and she was crying painfully. If anyone was there watching it would of broken their heart.
'Sarah?' a calm male voice called out her name, called out in concern. She didn't here it the first time she was to engrossed with her thoughts.
'Sarah.'
This time she looked up through the blur of her eyes and the gaps between her fingers to a pair of legs…in black breeches, she slowly lowered her hands to her lap and followed the path of the body stood in front of her. A white poet shirt with the neckline cut halfway to the middle of his abdomen, a gold pendant in a crescent moon shape which was peeking through the gap as if trying to escape, a long neck with wispy golden silver hair placed ever so perfectly on top of a black cape that seemed to glisten in the moon light, which bought her up to the well shaped face of a man. Sharpe cheek bones and chin, his lips pale beige were shaped perfectly. She starred for a moment, she then caught sight of the eyes, and two coloured miss matched eyes. One a deep blue and the other a deep green with a tinge of gold, if you stared for long enough they would drown you in their depth. These eyes were framed with dark brown eyebrows that went up a points at the end. Slowly her memory registered the man in her list of pictures standing in front of her with a very concerned look on his face was
Jareth the Goblin King.
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