Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Turning on her heel from her neighbor's house, Sarah ran as fast as she could in her numb state of mind over the lawn to her house and up the porch steps. Hurrying inside, she ran to the kitchen and frantically grabbed the phone to dial 911. She tried to still her shaking hands long enough to actually punch the numbers on the phone.
The dispatcher on the other end of the line was trying to calm Sarah down as she explained through tears and sobs what had happened. Finally the woman on the other end was able to piece together enough information to send the police over. Not wanting to call her parents just yet, Sarah hung up the phone and slid down the wall behind her. She curled up into a ball and rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. Her mind cried at her, telling her she was eighteen, to get up and do something. But all she could think after the mind numbing fog had lifted from her brain was, it's all my fault.
That's how the police had found her that day, curled into a ball, tears running down her flushed cheeks and incoherent words tumbling forth from her lips. They had questioned her persistently about what had happened and what she had seen, but despite this they were still skeptical. When her parents had arrived home, they weren't much better.
Instead of feeling sorry for her, they blamed her for Toby's disappearance, especially her stepmother. In a way, Sarah had predicted their reaction. Rushing upstairs, she had locked herself in her room and stayed there for weeks, never leaving.
Occasionally, she had to go downstairs to get something to eat or drink, but food was only sustenance to her. The police and her parents were still wrapped up in the search for her brother, but they failed to get anywhere due to the lack of leads and witnesses they had. Sarah was their only hope to find Toby, but they had overlooked her as usual.
Not being able to stand the police being at their house day and night, and her parents constantly making her feel horrible about the whole thing, Sarah had come to a conclusion. If it was her fault, truly her fault that her baby brother was missing and possibly dead, then she didn't want to live either. Extracting one of her father's straight razors from the medicine cabinet, Sarah sat down on the toilet and ran the water into the bathtub.
Disrobing, she sank down into the steamy water and played with the straight razor, twirling it around in her hands. Slowly, she brought it to each of her wrists, and with a fury she didn't know she possessed, she slashed her wrists again and again until the water turned a bright red. Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Sarah let the back of her head fall against the rim of the tub. Closing her eyes, she felt a wave of peacefulness wash over her. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in weeks.
During the time she was in the dark void of her mind. Sarah wasn't aware of the things going on around her. All she knew was that she was floating and it was dark, and she didn't want to return to her life on earth. Forever she wanted to sink into the darkness and let it wash over her like the ocean washes over the sandy beach. Then, she wasn't sure what, but something had made her come back to that place she didn't want to be.
Opening her eyes, the darkness was replaced with light, and the floating of her body was replaced with her own weight. Feeling disoriented at first, Sarah sat up and looked around. Somehow all the water had drained from the tub as she was still lying in it. Shivering, she looked down at her bloody wrists to see the angry red slash marks looking back at her. Gulping she worked her way down to the bathroom floor and was able to find a towel to wrap her shaking figure in.
Leaning over the sink, her eyes raised upwards and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was pale from the loss of blood, just as she had expected. She had no idea how long she had been in the tub, but it was obvious no one had missed her. Sniffling, she brought a tissue to her nose and blew it a couple of time. Throwing the tissue in the toilet bowl, she watched as she flushed the toilet how the tissue spiraled downward further and further until it finally descended into the murky depths of the toilet.
And she, just like the tissue, felt as if she were spiraling, spiraling so fast she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to die, but yet, at the same time, she had this inner rage bottled up inside of her that wanted to be released and let loose on the man that had taken her brother from her. Startling even herself, Sarah sent her fist flying and with strength foreign to her, she smashed the mirror into dozens of little sparkling shards.
The pain was unbearable at first, as she had felt the glass shards enter her hands, but then it receded and she felt somehow relieved. But, this wasn't enough. Lifting her hands to the sky she shouted with all her might, "I wish the Goblin King would take the man that killed my brother!"
With the last of her energy spent, Sarah sank to the floor in a ball of sorrow and despair. Her wrists had started bleeding again, and seething, she watched the red droplets fall on the towel wrapped around her. Feeling a laugh bubbling up in her throat, she suppressed it, but on that day she vowed that whoever had taken her brother would pay with more than blood.
Well, what do you think? I know it's a little dark, but I've wanted to write a dark fic for so long that it just had to be released. The next chapter will from Charley Wyman's point of view. Wyman is the man that kidnapped and eventually killed Toby, and you'll learn why. Thanks to everyone that's been reading this. I can't believe I've gotten so many reviews already!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
Turning on her heel from her neighbor's house, Sarah ran as fast as she could in her numb state of mind over the lawn to her house and up the porch steps. Hurrying inside, she ran to the kitchen and frantically grabbed the phone to dial 911. She tried to still her shaking hands long enough to actually punch the numbers on the phone.
The dispatcher on the other end of the line was trying to calm Sarah down as she explained through tears and sobs what had happened. Finally the woman on the other end was able to piece together enough information to send the police over. Not wanting to call her parents just yet, Sarah hung up the phone and slid down the wall behind her. She curled up into a ball and rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. Her mind cried at her, telling her she was eighteen, to get up and do something. But all she could think after the mind numbing fog had lifted from her brain was, it's all my fault.
That's how the police had found her that day, curled into a ball, tears running down her flushed cheeks and incoherent words tumbling forth from her lips. They had questioned her persistently about what had happened and what she had seen, but despite this they were still skeptical. When her parents had arrived home, they weren't much better.
Instead of feeling sorry for her, they blamed her for Toby's disappearance, especially her stepmother. In a way, Sarah had predicted their reaction. Rushing upstairs, she had locked herself in her room and stayed there for weeks, never leaving.
Occasionally, she had to go downstairs to get something to eat or drink, but food was only sustenance to her. The police and her parents were still wrapped up in the search for her brother, but they failed to get anywhere due to the lack of leads and witnesses they had. Sarah was their only hope to find Toby, but they had overlooked her as usual.
Not being able to stand the police being at their house day and night, and her parents constantly making her feel horrible about the whole thing, Sarah had come to a conclusion. If it was her fault, truly her fault that her baby brother was missing and possibly dead, then she didn't want to live either. Extracting one of her father's straight razors from the medicine cabinet, Sarah sat down on the toilet and ran the water into the bathtub.
Disrobing, she sank down into the steamy water and played with the straight razor, twirling it around in her hands. Slowly, she brought it to each of her wrists, and with a fury she didn't know she possessed, she slashed her wrists again and again until the water turned a bright red. Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Sarah let the back of her head fall against the rim of the tub. Closing her eyes, she felt a wave of peacefulness wash over her. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in weeks.
During the time she was in the dark void of her mind. Sarah wasn't aware of the things going on around her. All she knew was that she was floating and it was dark, and she didn't want to return to her life on earth. Forever she wanted to sink into the darkness and let it wash over her like the ocean washes over the sandy beach. Then, she wasn't sure what, but something had made her come back to that place she didn't want to be.
Opening her eyes, the darkness was replaced with light, and the floating of her body was replaced with her own weight. Feeling disoriented at first, Sarah sat up and looked around. Somehow all the water had drained from the tub as she was still lying in it. Shivering, she looked down at her bloody wrists to see the angry red slash marks looking back at her. Gulping she worked her way down to the bathroom floor and was able to find a towel to wrap her shaking figure in.
Leaning over the sink, her eyes raised upwards and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was pale from the loss of blood, just as she had expected. She had no idea how long she had been in the tub, but it was obvious no one had missed her. Sniffling, she brought a tissue to her nose and blew it a couple of time. Throwing the tissue in the toilet bowl, she watched as she flushed the toilet how the tissue spiraled downward further and further until it finally descended into the murky depths of the toilet.
And she, just like the tissue, felt as if she were spiraling, spiraling so fast she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to die, but yet, at the same time, she had this inner rage bottled up inside of her that wanted to be released and let loose on the man that had taken her brother from her. Startling even herself, Sarah sent her fist flying and with strength foreign to her, she smashed the mirror into dozens of little sparkling shards.
The pain was unbearable at first, as she had felt the glass shards enter her hands, but then it receded and she felt somehow relieved. But, this wasn't enough. Lifting her hands to the sky she shouted with all her might, "I wish the Goblin King would take the man that killed my brother!"
With the last of her energy spent, Sarah sank to the floor in a ball of sorrow and despair. Her wrists had started bleeding again, and seething, she watched the red droplets fall on the towel wrapped around her. Feeling a laugh bubbling up in her throat, she suppressed it, but on that day she vowed that whoever had taken her brother would pay with more than blood.
Well, what do you think? I know it's a little dark, but I've wanted to write a dark fic for so long that it just had to be released. The next chapter will from Charley Wyman's point of view. Wyman is the man that kidnapped and eventually killed Toby, and you'll learn why. Thanks to everyone that's been reading this. I can't believe I've gotten so many reviews already!