Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth.
Sarah Williams lay stretched across the soft mound of earth underneath the apple tree. One hand lay underneath her head and the other arm rested on her stomach. Silently dreaming, half asleep, taking cover from the lazy sunshine. She loved days like this, especially when the sun was out warming her body.
She was happy again, finally able to be outdoors; even if it was her backyard. She felt like a prisoner in her own home, in her own bed. It had been like that for the past four weeks.
But now the feel of earth and warm sunshine on her weary body made her forget all of that. She could hear a soft sound off in the distance; a faint sound of soft bells slowly changing into the sound of a beautiful melody. How she missed the birds singing softly under a beautiful blue sky.
Breathing in the scent of grass and the crisp air surrounding her, she began drifting further and further away into a calming sleep…
"The feeling begins. Very tender, very loving. But then the pain comes..."
Her hands flew to her skull as she screamed aloud. Her body stretched out even further, convulsing her legs into her torso again. She continued to scream as she felt white heat sweeping into her body. She felt her skin burn raw as a slicing, razor sharp pain slit through her arms and legs. Sobbing and screaming at the same time from the intense pain, she tried to crawl away, but she felt her blood seep from her body unto the ground beneath her, staining it red. A scorching pain then pierced her mind, so agonizing she couldn't find the breath to scream.
"Claws slip underneath the skin and tear their way up… just before they reach my eyes, they dig in."
Another shriek tore out of her raw throat. Screaming, screaming in pain for release. The claws dug deeper into her skull, into her brain, her very being, until the only thing she knew was immense pain.
"And I remember…
Toby… Goblins… The Labyrinth… The Castle Beyond the Goblin City… Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus… The Bog… The Dance… Jareth."
Her mouth remained opened, but only slight whimpers escaped her dry throat. A new pain touched her chest, and nearly ripped it in two. She felt warm blood running down her arms and legs in droplets at first, then it began to flow freely...
"Stairs that drop from the ceiling and run under the ground… how curious. I can feel him, he's so close. Why is my heart beating so fast? I'm nervous and anxious, that's why."
She finally found the breath to scream. It reverberated throughout her body and echoed in her mind. Her scarlet blood seeped from her skin and stained the ground red.
"He was so beautiful…"
The pain finally lifted, and Sarah collapsed. Struggling to breathe normally, she dropped her arms and rolled unto her back. Her chest rose up and down fitfully, still throbbing from the enormous pain that finally subsided. Her face felt numb from the constant screams of pain. She barely felt warm tears spilling over unto her dirt-stained cheeks.
"The pain always comes back. And the voices will come soon too. They always call me by name. Sarah… But a new name has come now. One that is old, and unlike any I have heard before. But it is unrecognizable, and it fades from my grasp quickly…"
Sarah trembled violently as she lifted her hands to her face and wept, desperately trying to shield the harsh sun from her aching body and eyes of blood red.
AN: son of a bitch... I don't know if it's the holidays or from my recent cold, but I'm suddenly inspired again... it's very frustrating sometimes...