Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, any of its characters or any of its
tight pants either, ~mutters under breath~ unfortunately~
Chapter2. The Dreams
Sarah sat up; her sleep been disturbed by another dream. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, it read 6a.m. She clicked on her bedside light and lent over her bed to pick up a small leather diary. Ever since the Labyrinth she'd been keeping a record of every dream she had. So far over the six years she'd collected 12 copies of her dreams, 2 for each year. They were all different but all the same as they were all based in the Labyrinth. Some were in places she'd been others she never saw while there but she knew were she was by the feel she'd get from the place. She usually never woke from her dreams till morning, but lately her dreams had Him in them. When she'd first left the Labyrinth she'd had nightmares about those mismatched eyes chasing her through the darkness. Those dreams had been nightmares though but these ones were different, these ones saw him great pain as if he were sick. Also Sarah found in these ones that she did feel fear of him but felt a terrible pain for him. She'd thought over and over what they could possibly mean but, when dreaming she finally got up the nerve to ask him what was wrong she'd wake up, she just couldn't figure it out.
Instead of trying to get her head around it and give herself a headache she got up out of bed and got dressed into her navy tracksuit bottoms, grey T- shirt light blue cardigan and socks, since she knew she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. She went into her small kitchen to get her breakfast noting how different her apartment was than her home with her Father, Karen and Toby. For one thing there were no toys left all over the floor for her to step on and how quiet it was, usually if she was up this early she'd hear her father snoring, even from down in the kitchen. How Karen managed to put up sleeping in the same room with him was beyond Sarah's understanding.
'Maybe that's why Linda left,' she thought laughingly to herself, still not quite awake yet, as she knew fully well that Linda had left because she wanted to get on with her acting career and not be held down by the stresses of family life. When Sarah had fully realised this she stopped believing her mother was the greatest and had started letting Karen into her life, which turned out to be quite a good thing because Karen was very good with clothes and boys which Linda never had time to talk to her about.
Sarah had just made herself a cup of tea and was leafing through Biology book when she felt a slight chill on the back of her; she pulled her cardigan tighter around her when she heard footsteps coming from the sitting room. She grabbed the baseball bat Toby had given her, in case someone broke in, and went in to the sitting room bat first. She felt someone grab the bat a pull it out of her hands as easily as if she were a child then someone grabbed her hand and pull her from around the corner into the other room.
'Hello Sarah.'
A/N. My best attempts at a cliff-hanger. Sorry if its not long enough, I really did try to make it longer. Please review even a bad one. Thank you to those who did review.
Chapter2. The Dreams
Sarah sat up; her sleep been disturbed by another dream. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, it read 6a.m. She clicked on her bedside light and lent over her bed to pick up a small leather diary. Ever since the Labyrinth she'd been keeping a record of every dream she had. So far over the six years she'd collected 12 copies of her dreams, 2 for each year. They were all different but all the same as they were all based in the Labyrinth. Some were in places she'd been others she never saw while there but she knew were she was by the feel she'd get from the place. She usually never woke from her dreams till morning, but lately her dreams had Him in them. When she'd first left the Labyrinth she'd had nightmares about those mismatched eyes chasing her through the darkness. Those dreams had been nightmares though but these ones were different, these ones saw him great pain as if he were sick. Also Sarah found in these ones that she did feel fear of him but felt a terrible pain for him. She'd thought over and over what they could possibly mean but, when dreaming she finally got up the nerve to ask him what was wrong she'd wake up, she just couldn't figure it out.
Instead of trying to get her head around it and give herself a headache she got up out of bed and got dressed into her navy tracksuit bottoms, grey T- shirt light blue cardigan and socks, since she knew she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. She went into her small kitchen to get her breakfast noting how different her apartment was than her home with her Father, Karen and Toby. For one thing there were no toys left all over the floor for her to step on and how quiet it was, usually if she was up this early she'd hear her father snoring, even from down in the kitchen. How Karen managed to put up sleeping in the same room with him was beyond Sarah's understanding.
'Maybe that's why Linda left,' she thought laughingly to herself, still not quite awake yet, as she knew fully well that Linda had left because she wanted to get on with her acting career and not be held down by the stresses of family life. When Sarah had fully realised this she stopped believing her mother was the greatest and had started letting Karen into her life, which turned out to be quite a good thing because Karen was very good with clothes and boys which Linda never had time to talk to her about.
Sarah had just made herself a cup of tea and was leafing through Biology book when she felt a slight chill on the back of her; she pulled her cardigan tighter around her when she heard footsteps coming from the sitting room. She grabbed the baseball bat Toby had given her, in case someone broke in, and went in to the sitting room bat first. She felt someone grab the bat a pull it out of her hands as easily as if she were a child then someone grabbed her hand and pull her from around the corner into the other room.
'Hello Sarah.'
A/N. My best attempts at a cliff-hanger. Sorry if its not long enough, I really did try to make it longer. Please review even a bad one. Thank you to those who did review.