Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters included in this story, those belong to Jim Henson and others who collaborated in the creation of The Labyrinth. The only characters that I do own are the ones created by me and for this story.

Where does one run to escape one's self? A man's love, a woman's tears. They are losing their grip and all they can do is hang on for the ride…

Bohemian

Chapter 2-

The bitter taste of blood filled Sarah's mouth as her teeth clamped tightly on her bottom lip. She spat it out as she proceeded to lift up her gown and make a dash for the back door. Her heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as she ran, so not wanting to draw any attention kicked them off. 'Kind of like Cinderella." She thought to herself. Just as she passed the entryway to the chapel, she could hear Karen walking back to the bridesmaid's room. "Sarah! What are you doing?!" Karen yelled in a hushed tone, the kind that sounds ridiculously redundant, "What about James?!"

"Tell him, uh, that I got lost." Sarah said as she heaved open the heavy back door.

"What?" Karen said to herself as the door closed and the wedding march continued to play incessantly.

Cars honked at her as she ran back to her old house. She made it a point to jump in the mud puddles until she was absolutely covered in the thick brown mud. 'Mud isn't fake, it's totally natural and that is the way I want to be.' She thought to herself as she jumped one last time in the mud for good measure. When she reached the house she dashed up the stairs to her room and grabbed her bulky old carpet suitcase, trailing mud all along the way. Grabbing the keys to her dad's old convertible she made her way to the back garage. The last thing she saw of her parents was when they were at the front door gawking at her as she sped away with the top down, her veil blowing off her head into the air.

The first stop was her and James' apartment to gather her things. She unbolted all 3 locks and filled up her suitcase with the basics, clothes, toothbrush, makeup, etc. On second thought, she threw the makeup in the garbage bin. Then she came across that little old red book. 'Maybe I'll get some reading done.' She thought as she tossed it into her bag. Scribbling a note of apology on a paper towel, she crossed the T's and dotted the I's and locked the door behind her. Second stop was the bank for some money. She didn't know what the money was for or where she was going, but money was indeed a must have. Her cell phone was ringing non-stop as she loaded all her things into the car, she revved the engine and took off. The cell phone's shrill ringing was halted as it was tossed out of the car and hit the pavement…

Sarah just drove, that's all she did for two days with the occasional stop at a gas station or convenience store. The sun beat down upon her in her raggedy old dress as she tilted her head back and felt the breeze on her face. It was so refreshing that she almost forgot to steer. She sighed deeply as she became rather light-headed and leaned her head on her arm and continued to drive. She was lost deep in thought until the rumbling of her stomach woke her from her day dreams. It felt like her stomach was eating itself. The sheer pang of her stomach aching forced her to pull over to a small diner on the side of the road. She guessed that she was some where in Alabama because of the way the forty-something waitress asked for her order. A burger and fries smothered in ketchup sounded like heaven to Sarah. She ordered two, one to eat and one for the road. She ate hungrily until she heard someone chuckling. She looked up to find a man with shaggy brown hair and an unshaven goatee smiling at her mockingly as he motioned to his lips and licked them. This caused Sarah to blush angrily as she gave him the finger and looked back down at her food as he continued to chuckle. She was in the middle of downing her coke when she felt someone to tap on her the shoulder. It was the stranger with the shaggy hair.

"Hello ma'am. Let me introduce myself. I am David M. Winters." He said as he grabbed her hand harshly and shook it vigorously. "Mind if I take a seat?" He asked but sat down across the table from Sarah before she had a chance to say no.

"What do you want?" Sarah asked putting down her coke and wiping off her hands with a napkin.

"I meant to apologize about the unfortunate mishap on my part earlier. You see, I wasn't trying to address you in a derogatory way, you see. You just have ketchup on your chin and I was just trying to tell you..." he was interrupted by Sarah.

"Oh no… I'm so sorry. If I had only known, oh god this is what I get for…"

He interrupted her "Oh no, the fault is all mine ma'am. Well now that we have gotten that little matter dealt with, I must be going. Maybe I'll see you again..." he said questioningly.

"Sarah."

"Sarah then, have a good night Miss Sarah." He said as he swung his jean jacket over his shoulder and walked out the diner door in his tight dirty jeans, leaving the bell jingling as it shut.

'That was interesting.' Sarah thought as she asked the waitress for a leftover container.

By the time she finished paying her bill Sarah decided that she was way too tired to be driving and it was too dark anyway. She walked across the interstate to the hotel, the kind are designed for truck drivers, and walked in. She was thinking about how good it would feel to finally take a shower and change into some clean clothes when she heard this annoying whistling from behind her. She wouldn't even have minded it if it wasn't really bad and it wasn't coming from 6 inches from her ear. She turned around abruptly intending to go into bitch mode when she found herself staring at David.

"Well! Howdy Miss Sarah! If I'd known we were going to be meeting again so soon I'd have just stayed at the diner." He said in is deep southern accent.

"Uh, Hi err, David." Sarah said quietly.

"Okay, I know it's too early in this relationship you see but, I need a favor. You see, I have Ten dollars. But the room fee is twenty. Now, each room here has two beds so I'm not imposing anything. Would you do a broke cowboy a tremendous favor of splitting the cost of a room with me?" He said as he made a pleading face with her that looked absolutely genuine.

"Uh, what? I mean, how about I just buy you a room instead?" Sarah said as she ignored the desk lady's apparent look of annoyance.

"No ma'am, I insist on paying my half. I am no moocher." He said as if he had just been deeply insulted.

"What? Sure, fine whatever." Sarah knew that if she argued any more this could go on all night, he just seemed like the type. Plus she was too tired to argue, all that she wanted right now was a shower.

They headed up to their room as Sarah half ignored his repetitive thank-you's and you saved me's. She stuck the keys in her pocket and immediately made her way to the bathroom where she made sure to lock the door behind her. The shower felt like heaven on earth. She swore that when she got out her skin was two shades lighter. When she had dried herself off and gotten dressed she found him already asleep on his bed. 'Well, at least he will be gone tomorrow.' She thought as she shuffled herself under the covers, closed her eyes, clutching her pepper spray under her pillow, and fell asleep.

-------Authors Notes-------

Howdy guys,

Thanks for the reviews and the advice, much obliged. I have a pretty good aim of where this is going already. Most people plan out their writing before they begin, but I go along as I create. Just so you guys know, This story WILL NOT be a Jareth/Sarah fic. I'm so bored of reading those I could scratch my eyes out, as I know a lot of you out there could too. Feedback is greatly appreciated.