DISCLAIMER: Labyrinth and its characters in no way belong to me....or David Bowie for that matter...shucks ;)
This is my attempt to get someone else into the Labyrinth to maybe see things we didn't in the movie..let me know what ya'll think
A Simple Wish
Chapter 1: How You Turned My World
Samantha sighed heavily, slammed her calculus textbook shut, and dropped it on the edge of her desk with a jarring thud. Feeling blinded by the artificial light, she reached up to flip off the switch on her small, blue lamp. Sam relaxed slightly as the familiar, soft white light of the full moon washed over her from the window above her desk. Pushing her shoulder length, dark hair out of her eyes, Sam searched for her favorite CD, Labyrinth. She took this most treasured possession from its case and carefully place it in her player as not to scratch the mirrored surface. When the enchanting melody flowed from the dark speakers, Sam softly placed her head on her folded arms and stared wishfully at the crystal moon. *Why can't such wonderful worlds as this be real; why can't fantasies be real?* she thought to herself. *I'm just so tired with everything here; with my life. Sure, there are those occasional great moments, but they just don't last. Just when I think things are starting to look up, I fall right back down in a hole. Everyone is in such a hurry; do this, do that, go there....school....work....I don't think I can handle much more. No one wishes anymore; no one believes, no one dreams. Well, maybe they do, but not in the true, child-like sense. I'm not getting anywhere. I do and do and do, and where do I end up? Right back where I started. I can do many things satisfactorily but nothing really well. I don't know yet what my future holds, but it looks empty and very far away from where I'm standing now. It seems impossible to believe, but I've completely lost touch with reality.* *Why is it so hard to concentrate. My imagination is taking over. Reality and Fantasy fought a war in my mind. Fantasy was the victor. Not that I mind. At least it's an escape. Nothing is simple here, but hard in a way that fails to challenge my mind. I'm becoming numb...* Still pondering these questions, Sam sat up, opened the desk drawer on her right, and pulled out a large sized, red scrapbook, bulging with papers. Though she owned many books such as this, made to keep safe her dreams and wishes, this one was different. In this particular book could be found anything and everything Labyrinth. It contained poems, stories, thoughts, and pictures relating to this obsession. Many of these she had drawn or written herself, others had been stumbled upon in various places. She thumbed through the filled pages, stopping on a striking picture of Jareth, The Goblin King. (This was something that happened often lately. She also found herself intent upon a large poster of David Bowie which hung next to her door.) She stared intently at the photo as if memorizing it for the hundredth time. Those eyes, one darkness, one light. One evil and one good. Staring out from a center point, combining, becoming one. A representation of the soul. A being of kindness and cruelty. Yet, the darker side seemed to overpower the light. Her eyes shifted to his wickedly amused, yet unrevealing smile. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered, becoming agitated, "This isn't real. It's merely a story meant to entertain...the characters are just actors. Why does my mind refuse to acknowledge that?" This moment of realization did not last long, however, and Sam began to wonder again. "If somehow this were real, and not just fantasy, I wonder how much of it is true. What really happened in the Labyrinth? I don't suppose it would be too similar. I mean, how could anyone really, truly know? These beings from other worlds may let us see some of their world in dreams, but not every secret. But it's not real!! I'm such a fool!" she scolded herself and shut the scrapbook less than lightly. "I've said those words a million times and nothing has ever happened. I must be insane to keep trying," she sighed. In one last moment of desperation, Sam banged her fist on the desk, grabbed her head in her hands and said, teeth clenched, "How I wish the Labyrinth were real; the Goblins and all of it. I wish they would take me away, right now!" With eyes closed tightly, she waited silently, yet heard nothing save for the music drifting from her radio. Moments later, she rose her head and sighed, putting the book away safely in its place. As she shut the drawer roughly, since it had a tendency to stick, her pencil jar crashed to the floor, spilling countless pens and pencils onto the shaggy, tan rug. "Dammit," Sam cursed as she bent down to pick them up, just narrowly missing a glimpse of white that flashed past her window.
