A/N: Hiya! Welcome to my first fanfiction...ever. I don't really write these, I'm more of a roleplaying person. But hey, I got an idea that wouldn't leave me alone so here I am. I hope you guys actually like this, I fear I might not be any good. But we all have to start somewhere, right? By the way, if anyone does actually review this thing, as the story progresses I'd like to hear everyone's thoughts of what they think is going to happen! It's one of my favorite things to do, is guess what's happening next. Though since I know what's happening..I can't very well guess, can I? Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth. Jim Henson does.
Crystal tears fell freely from hot, red eyes as a young woman sat on a once pristine white beach, which was now stained with a sickening crimson liquid. It appeared as if this young woman had been apart of some massive battle that resulted in bloodshed, and she was the only one to survive. She sat in the sand, with her arms around her knees as she hugged them close to her body, letting her tears mix with the warm thick blood on her body. It would seem as if she had committed some great crime, like multiple murders.
This beach however, was her nightmare. A dream she could never escape. It showed her faults, her failures, her sacrifices and losses. Nothing pleasant ever happened on this beach, as its only purpose was to spiral this young woman into a deep dark depression. Her light chocolate brown hair hung limply in front of her face as her long bangs shielded her view of the red beach, while the rest of her short hair was braided into a circlet around her head. Her cream skin was distorted with cuts and bruises, fractured bones and deep bite marks. Anything she had caused to herself, any stupid mistake she made, was evident on her body.
As a child when she made a mistake, even if in other's eyes it wasn't a mistake at all, she would bite herself. She thought if she were to punish herself she might remember to not do it again. Though now in her twenty-one years they had all but faded in the real world, here they still gushed fresh blood, and stung as if she had sunk her teeth into her arms only moments ago. The pain caused more tears to flow from her body, stinging the wounds as it continued to fall on her arms.
Lifting her head to look at the bloodshed that represented every bad thing she'd done, a small gasp escaped through her sobs as stone walls suddenly erupted out of the sand, forming a tall box around the woman. A loud, malicious laugh echoed off the walls as a woman appeared at the opening in the top, her bright lilac eyes gleaming devilishly down at the young woman, her ebony hair hanging from her left shoulder. Watching the young woman leap up to attempt and reach the top, the woman with ebony hair closed it shut, leaving her in utter darkness. Just as the brunette sank to the sand and let another sob escape, it all disappeared like sand running through an hourglass.