DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its characters.
Chapter 11 :Its a Tragedy
Sarah inhaled deeply trying to calm the insane beating of her heart. She peered through the thick velvet curtain at the quickly filling auditorium. She scanned the rows searching for her family's familiar faces.
"Damn! I don't see them" She thought. Sarah bit her lip in frustration and backed away form the curtain.
"Five minutes!" the stage manager called. Sarah rushed into the wings and allowed the costume person to apply the finishing touches to her dress.
Eric stepped out on stage, stunning in his Victorian garb. He strode over to her, and let out a big sigh.
"Are you ready fair Juliet?" He whispered.
Sarah nodded slowly, swallowing the last of the fluttering butterflies.
"Places!" some one called to the cast. Black dressed techies ran from the stage placing the final touches on the props.
The night went by smoothly, Eric and Sarah really complimented each other in beauty and acting talent. The audience quickly fell in love with the pair and was sucked magnificently into the tragedy of the story. Romeo's final kiss goodbye evoked small sniffles form the audience, and Juliet's death was just as touching.
The curtain came down and the cast hopped up to take there bows. Finally, the two stars came out on stage, hand in hand. Sarah was beaming, smiling as big as a Cheshire cat. The adrenaline high and excitement rushed through her veins. She looked out in the audience but could only see blinding lights and faceless silhouettes standing in ovation. Eric led her into a bow and yanked Sarah's arm, pulling her into a very public and unanticipated lip lock. The crowd cheered, egging Eric on. Sarah struggled to get away but thought better of making a scene. Finally the curtain closed, and Sarah broke away from Eric's lips.
"What the hell was that!" She screamed, anger and embarrassment flushing her face.
"How can I resist such a beauty?" Eric replied innocently.
Sarah looked away and grunted her disgust. Eric didn't have time to respond. Cast and crew were crowding around the two, congratulating and giving flowers. Sarah finally broke away to go and find her family in the auditorium. The crowd had quickly diminished, leaving unfamiliar faces left in the room. She wandered out in the lobby, not there.
"Maybe they went outside." She told herself. There was no sign of her father, Karen or Toby.
"Could they have left all ready? Ya. They probably left to put Toby to bed."
She calmed herself down a bit and called her house. No answer. Sarah sighed and walked back to the stage, retreating to the dressing room to disrobe and clean off her stage makeup. By the time she finished, all cast and audience were gone. Only the director remained.
"Sarah! What are you still doing here?" He asked her cheerfully.
"Ohh, I was just leaving, was looking for some people." She mumbled.
"Well honey, I need to lock up." He replied gently.
Sarah turned slowly and walked out the door, met by the cool caress of the evening air. Sarah let out a deep breath and began her 5 mile walk home. She was hurt, but shoved it down inside, refusing to believe her family would forget her. Perhaps Karen would, but never her father. Never. Lost in thought, she rounded the final block that would take her down her street. Flickering red and blue lights caught her attention from afar.
Her heart convulsed as the possibility of horrible things happening to her family flashed in her mind. She walked faster, quickening her pace as the police cars drew nearer with each of her steps. She could take it no more, and broke into a panicked dash toward her house; her body numbing as two officers stepped out of there patrol car from her drive way.
She stopped dead in front of them gasping as panicked cries fought to fall out of her mouth. She shut her mouth tightly and looked into the face of a tall female officer.
"Sarah Williams?" She asked gently.
Sarah nodded, eyes tearing, fearing the worst.
"Sarah im afraid we have some bad news." The officer said sadly.
Sarah was to afraid to open her mouth or respond. Her eyes just fixed on the officer, pleading for her to continue.
"There is no easy way to say this.' She sighed, 'Your family's vehicle was hit by a drunk driver."
Sarah let out a muffled cry.
TBC... (i know im evil..teheee)