A/N: Well. This fanfiction has had a lot of thought put into it. I love Labyrinth, but unfortunately I do not own it, and I never ever will! Jim Henson and Company have that privilege. Despite this, in this story, Sarah is quite OC, and will remain that way throughout the entire thing. For those of you who don't like that, then tough. Don't read. For those of you who stay, thank you! You should know that I truly appreciate it. Eventually Sarah and Jareth will be together, so be patient my dears! It has taken me a while to write what I currently have, and I don't know how long this will be. So let's see? It has an 'M' rating, because of swearing and suicidal things. If you are easily triggered then I would advise that you do not read this fic, I don't want you hurting yourself because of what I have written.
Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy, and I would appreciate feedback so I can make alterations.
Prologue: Sarah's POV.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
My blood slowly fell to the blue tiled floor that I was stood on, in what appeared to be slow motion. It ran down my weak and lifeless arms, down my hands to the ends of my fingertips, staining my pale skin.
Heh, what would Toby think if he saw me like this…
I looked at myself in the broken mirror that I had smashed the night previous. My face was blotchy and my eyes puffy and red. I had been sobbing for days. I needed someone. Anyone.
Jareth.
It had been seven years since I ran the Labyrinth, and time had taken its toll on me.
When I had left the Underworld, my life was no different - other than Toby, who I now cherished and held close to my heart. As he grew older, he was my best friend… But at the age of 6, we'd drifted considerably, he wanted to make other friends that weren't his older, dorky sister - and I had tried to accommodate to that. Leaving behind my fairytales, acting and interesting fashion choices to appease him, turning to trends and video games to get his attention
It's hard to admit, but at the time Toby was the thing that kept me connected to the Labyrinth, and the friends I had made there. Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus. None of which contacted me since.
I was alone is a world of strangers - I missed the Underworld. I missed the wonder and quirkiness of it all. The fairytale come alive.
When Toby had continued to refuse my company. That's when I gave up.
Clothing - Dark and baggy.
Hair - Shaved on one side, ragged on the other.
Stretchers - Gained.
Fucking Hell I even got tattoos.
But gradually I fell in love with the lifestyle, the late nights, dark hair and music tastes.
Despite this, everything was too much for me. The loss of friends, the constant nagging of dad and Irene, and most of all, Toby.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
And that's when they hospitalised me.