The Truth Behind The Girl Of The Labyrinth
Based on the movie featuring Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie.
Disclaimer: I do not, sadly enough, own anything in this story. (**Pets David Bowie** Soon enough, soon enough.)
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"I can't do anything right, can I??" With that, Sarah stormed up the stairs and into her room, the door slamming shut behind her.
Downstairs, her stepmother looked up the stairs, in both anger and surprise that that girl suddenly snapped like that.
"What has gotten into that daughter of yours lately?" She addressed her husband, who was holding a blond baby boy, clad in red and white striped pajamas. He only shrugged, shaking his head.
"She's still not comfortable in this house since her mother died.I'll go talk to her before we go."
"Well, hurry, we don't want to be late."
Sitting on the couch, Sarah's stepmother waited impatiently as the baby was put to bed and a few words were muttered to Sarah before her father came back down.
"Ready to go?"
"Finally! Yes, lets go." With that, the two left the house, unaware of what was going on with their already slightly odd teenage daughter.
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"I hate them! I hate my daft stepmother! I hate my heartless father! And I hate my infuriating little brother!!" Slamming her fists into her pillow repeatedly, Sarah took her anger out on the soft object, rather than any flesh-covered object that she'd rather hit.
"Its not fair! It's always my fault that everything happens, even if I'm not even the one who does anything!" Tears stung the girl's cheeks as she slowly gave up on punching the pillow, her eyes slightly puffy from frustration and tears held back for so long.
Hearing that baby crying, that wretched thing that was the source of all her pain, she shook her head and decided it was better to ignore the stupid thing and turned on her stereo. She had suffered enough for that unappreciative brat, for her uncaring parental figures, why should she bother when she was treated like a slave in the house?
Moving slowly over to her desk, she sat in the chair and pulled one of the drawers out. Taking a small book, one called Labyrinth, from the drawer, she placed it on the desktop instead, a small grin starting to form.
Opening, the book, she revealed to herself what she had denied for so long, the perfect thing she needed for this situation. Taking the drugs from the book, she didn't even bother to look towards the door as she lit up, and in turn, started her "adventure" as a song came on the radio. Coma White, by Marilyn Manson.
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Well, that's chapter one. I've decided to put this story into fragments, because I can be more creative with each part if they are. The song Coma White is actually a good song if you haven't heard it, and those of you who have will see why it makes sense with the situation. In any case, feel free to review!
This has a direct relation to the movie, so if you haven't seen it, just pretend you have and it'll be insane. If you have seen the movie, then I'll mention which part of it I'm describing before the chapters, so hopefully you'll keep up! ^__^
Based on the movie featuring Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie.
Disclaimer: I do not, sadly enough, own anything in this story. (**Pets David Bowie** Soon enough, soon enough.)
~**~~~~~**~
"I can't do anything right, can I??" With that, Sarah stormed up the stairs and into her room, the door slamming shut behind her.
Downstairs, her stepmother looked up the stairs, in both anger and surprise that that girl suddenly snapped like that.
"What has gotten into that daughter of yours lately?" She addressed her husband, who was holding a blond baby boy, clad in red and white striped pajamas. He only shrugged, shaking his head.
"She's still not comfortable in this house since her mother died.I'll go talk to her before we go."
"Well, hurry, we don't want to be late."
Sitting on the couch, Sarah's stepmother waited impatiently as the baby was put to bed and a few words were muttered to Sarah before her father came back down.
"Ready to go?"
"Finally! Yes, lets go." With that, the two left the house, unaware of what was going on with their already slightly odd teenage daughter.
~~
"I hate them! I hate my daft stepmother! I hate my heartless father! And I hate my infuriating little brother!!" Slamming her fists into her pillow repeatedly, Sarah took her anger out on the soft object, rather than any flesh-covered object that she'd rather hit.
"Its not fair! It's always my fault that everything happens, even if I'm not even the one who does anything!" Tears stung the girl's cheeks as she slowly gave up on punching the pillow, her eyes slightly puffy from frustration and tears held back for so long.
Hearing that baby crying, that wretched thing that was the source of all her pain, she shook her head and decided it was better to ignore the stupid thing and turned on her stereo. She had suffered enough for that unappreciative brat, for her uncaring parental figures, why should she bother when she was treated like a slave in the house?
Moving slowly over to her desk, she sat in the chair and pulled one of the drawers out. Taking a small book, one called Labyrinth, from the drawer, she placed it on the desktop instead, a small grin starting to form.
Opening, the book, she revealed to herself what she had denied for so long, the perfect thing she needed for this situation. Taking the drugs from the book, she didn't even bother to look towards the door as she lit up, and in turn, started her "adventure" as a song came on the radio. Coma White, by Marilyn Manson.
~~~~***~~~***~~~~
Well, that's chapter one. I've decided to put this story into fragments, because I can be more creative with each part if they are. The song Coma White is actually a good song if you haven't heard it, and those of you who have will see why it makes sense with the situation. In any case, feel free to review!
This has a direct relation to the movie, so if you haven't seen it, just pretend you have and it'll be insane. If you have seen the movie, then I'll mention which part of it I'm describing before the chapters, so hopefully you'll keep up! ^__^