As young Sarah Williams drove down the dark, overgrown highway, she silently reflected on the last month's occurrences. It had been an unimaginably horrible month for her, indeed. Her father and stepmother had been killed in a car accidenton the very road that she now, with much difficulty, attempted to navigate..And what was worse, her little brother, Toby, had been killed along with them. Sarah had grown quite close with Toby following their trip to the Labyrinth; it was as if he knew that no harm would ever come to him when he was with her.
She, however, had not been in the car that terrible night. Sarah had been out on a date that night, with a young police officer. While eating dinner, he received a very urgent call on his radio, and asked Sarah if she would mind tagging along. "Sure," she recalled herself saying, "I don't mind at all."The rain poured as they neared the accident, and it was then that Sarah realized that the make of the car mentioned on the radio was the same as her parents' car. She sat gripping the edge of the seat as the police car came to a stop. She glanced out her window. Same color as well. She shakily got out of the car, and walked to the front of the car. Same license plate. Then she saw them. Two people, lying in the road, covered by sheets.
Sarah started sobbing at this point, and looked around frantically for Toby. "If there are only two bodies, and Toby was with them, he must be here, alive, he must!" Sarah ran to the front of the car, and upon reaching it, screamed. There lied a small sheet, with her baby brother beneath it. Realizing her distress, weveral officers ran to her side, berrating her with questions. As she sobbed, she managed to studder out "They--they're my family!" Becoming furtherly hysterical at this point, one officer made a small gesture to another. An officer came over with a needle, and told Sarah that she needed to calm down, and that the valium in the needle would help her to do so. Sarah winced as she felt a small sharp prick in her arm, then her memory grew significantly hazy.
Sarah then returned her full focus to the road, and sighed. Her destination was the old family cottage, to just escape for a while. Her boss had called the house constantly, asking her when she's be back to work. Finally, Sarah had gotten very irritated, and told him that she quit, and to shove the job in a place where the sun most certainly does not shine. She planned only to stay a week or two, just to compose herself, and to try to pull the broken peices of her life back together. As large drops of rain began to fall from the sky, a very exasperated Sarah cried out, "Great, just great... as if being on this road isn't horrible enough, the weather is the same as that damn night as well! At this comment, a loud clap of thunder sounded, thouroughly shaking the land beneath and around Sarah's car. Suddenly, a deer came darting out of the woods, startling her as she struggled to keep from hitting the poor creature. In doing so, Sarah's car swerved to the right, and plowed headfirst into a large tree.
As she desperately tried to remain conscious, Sarah managed ro stumble out of the car, fearful that it may explode from the severe impact of the collision. She hadn't gotten very far before her knees gave out from beneath her, and she fell to the ground. Her head pounded, her ankle was tucked at a funny angle, and blood poured copiously out of her shoulder; where she was just realizing had been pierced with what was once actually a piece of her car at one point. As she lie there bleeding, numerous thoughts ran through her head. Firstly, that she was dying very nearly the same way the rest of her family had. Secondly, though, she though of her dreams. For the last seven years, the time it had been since she had taken a "trip" to the Labyrinth, she had dreamt of primarily one thing. Him. She was unable to forget those icy-blue mis-matched eyes, and the surreal grip that he held on her mind, her very soul. "How can this be happening..." thought Sarah, "I'm lying here, in the middle of the night, no one knows where I am... and all that I can think about is the Goblin King..."
Sarah coughed, and experienceing the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, knew that she would not be getting up to walk to the nearest fuel station. Which would have been a waste to try, anyway, there wasn't one for at least 20 miles both ways. As Sarah's breathing grew increasingly weak anf ragged, the world seemed to begin to grow black around her. Mere seconds before passing out entirely, she whispered the name of the one person that was alive that mattered to her. "Jareth..."
A/N: There, that brings you up to speed a bit. Sorry to make the first chapter so short before, I wanted only Jareth's perspective before I explained Sarah's. And note to all, leaving reveiws makes me oh-so-happy. It's a simple pleasure, really. Constructive crticism welcome.