written by: peachdreams - coronalaura@icqmail.com
Authors notes: English is not my first language, so that explains any errors in grammar and spelling.
This is my first labyrinth fanfic and I hope it's not going to be my last.
Do I need to continue this? Is it good enough? It's all up to you! Comments and constructive criticism are highly appreciated.
distribution: If you want it, take it! Just leave everything the same.
disclaimer:The Labyrinth and all it's characters don't belong to me. Oooh i so wish they were mine!
-Just nothing more-
Chapter 1 - Gone
Sarah, that was her name, that was who she was, a plain ordinary girl, brown eyes, brown hair,
just someone else that thought too much of life itself. Was it more then this?
The dreams she had, her past so vivid. Was it real or just some fantasy haze;
created to sooth her troubled mind.
She brought her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
The new psychiatrist, Dr "call me Jane" Masen scribbled some more notes on a growing
heap of papers that where stashed together with just one tiny paperclip, straining under the stress it received.
Sarah breathed in deaply, the cooled air calming her and made her believe that this was reality.
No point in living the past, no purpose in creating a world of lies, isn't that what Jane told her?
Why was it so blank? Why weren't there any answers to these damned questions?
Just a blackness with some fluttering images, living stone walls winding it's ways into endless passages and multiple corners.
A white owl and white feathers, some words of an unknown song and a man, an attractive man with a piercing expression in his unusual eyes and dressed in regal attire.
Who was this man that tormented her rational thoughts and kept her dreams occupied?
"...another appointment."
Sarah awoke from her deep thoughts, again she had slipped from reality."What? I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said," Jane gave her a look of slight satisfaction. "That it is in the best interest for you,
if we made another appointment this week. In my professional opinion and I'm sure you know that also,
I don't think it's good for you to be alone. You need help and we are here to help you."
Sarah wasn't sure about Jane's intentions, she was suddenly acting very formal,
not at all like the warm lady she spoke her hart out to in the past 2 hours.
Her house was just a few blocks away from the clientéle. She walked home slowly.
Sarah looked down and steadily placed each of her feet on the pavement while examining each crack in the concrete.
She needed to stay on the ground, she needed her mind to be occupied with only one thing.
But she still pondered about the behaviour of Jane. Her last psychiatrist had retired, assuring
Sarah that Jane Masen was an excellent doctor and cared about her patients.
Jane wanted something, it was as if she was searching for something, asking questions and probing Sarah for the answers.
But isn't asking questions her profession? Sarah was her new patient so Jane had to know certain things about Sarah.
She was home again, she felt safe here in her house. Her dad had divorced from Karen 4 years ago when she was 19.
In Sarah's eyes Karen had never been a real part of the family. Only Toby had actually mattered to her.
She felt that Toby connected her to the past, but she never saw Toby anymore.
Karen had moved to another state taking her son with her. Only dad saw him sometimes,
even if it was only in the occasional holidays, like this week.
Sarah and her dad moved to a new smaller home near the center of the city.
Her dad was also the one who nudged Sarah to get professional help. Was everything so obvious to the outside world?
Could people see that she was not paying attention to conversations and that her mind was occupied with other things?
She turned the key and she noticed that the door would not open, it was as if something was blocking the door.
She used all her strength and managed to push the door open far enough to squirm through.
A big pile of papers and advertisements lay behind the door. "What is this?"
She shoved the pile away from the door with her feet while leaning with her hand against the wall. The wall felt rough to her touch.
What kind of idiot would stuff all this garbage in her house? She kicked her shoes out and immediatly felt the chill of the floor rise up through her bones and she shivered. This wasn't right..where was the carpet? There was no pastel green wallpaper either, the grey concrete was visible through scraps of stained white.
"What is going on?" She hurried into the living room.
The place was bare, the wall's showing the same bleak sight as in the hallway.
Was she in the wrong house? But the key she had fit in the door.
She walked back to the front door, the housenumber was right too, and the street was the same.
"This can't be.." Suddenly the sun seemed to brighten and she stumbled back inside, she felt dizzy.
Sarah tried to find support against the cold wall, but the world just kept turning and spinning
untill she collapsed.
It was so cold, she could feel a chilly wind coming from several directions. Where was she?
"-You are here." A soft voice whispered behind her. "What..?" Her own voice sounded hoarse.
Only darkness surounded her. Sarah tried to stand up, the ground she lay on was some kind of stone.
She carefully lifted her arms trying to feel possible walls. But her hands found no support.
She dared not to venture beyond her current position. What could be out there? What was happening to her? Had she died?
"I need to stay calm." She breathed in deeply. "I have to stay calm." I can still think, I can still breathe, I'm still Sarah.
"-Are you?" Again that voice behind her. She turned and stared into the darkness. Sarah was determined to find out who she was speaking to. "Who are you?"
"-Isn't that what you should ask yourself?"
"What do you mean? I'm me, I'm Sarah!"
"-You don't exist out there."
"If I don't exist out there, then where is here?"
"-Not out there."
Sarah started getting frustrated. "Let me out!"
"-I'm sorry."
"Let me out! Let me out of this place!" Sarah cried out. This time there was no answer.
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**Many special thanks goes to Saturn Phoenix Frrosty, for reviewing my story and killing the spelling/grammatical error's. I must be plagued by bad sentence contruction ;)**