See The World Through My Eyes
Authoress: I do comedy a lot, so this is toning it down a bit.
Zoe: Yes it is a J/S fic.
Authoress: I didn't put angst, partly because it gets better, but it does look sad in the beginning.
Zoe: Please enjoy!
Authoress: Start the FIC!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Labyrinth!
Chapter 1
Tears
"Sarah, come read me a story!" a voice rang through the house at about 8:30. A girl trudged upstairs from getting a glass of water and started towards her little brother's room. A woman with light blonde hair walked out of the room.
"Sorry, Sarah, he won't let me read him a story," she apologized. Sarah smiled and shrugged.
"That's alright, you go to bed. I'll read the little terror a story and go to bed too," she said. Her step-mother thanked her and went to her room.
Sarah entered the light blue-painted room of her six-year-old brother. She put her hands on her hips and scowled at the little boy playfully. "A little bird told me you weren't going to sleep, like you were supposed to, Toby," she said and sat down in the wooden chair next to his bed.
"You promised you would read to me before you move to your new apartment tomorrow," he pleaded between his two missing front teeth. She nodded at his reasoning and picked up the little red book on his bedside table.
"Labyrinth? Toby, you've heard this story a hundred times!" she exclaimed, then looked to his expectant face. "Alright, but this is the last time," she said. She knew he would some how convince her to read it to him again, at some point. She opened the little book and began reading. "Once upon a time in a land not too unlike yours………." she read for about 20 minutes before the little boy finally fell asleep. She stopped reading and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, little prince," she whispered as she turned off the light and walked out of the room.
Sarah took out her contacts and started towards her room. Over the years her eyesight was getting worse and worse. Her optometrist told her it would stop at some point, but it didn't. Her father and her were going to get a second opinion soon.
She walked down the hall, but suddenly her vision became very blurry. She staggered and tripped. She fell and couldn't stop herself. She hit her head on the hallway table and it crashed down with her. The vase on top fell off and shattered on the floor, the roses inside falling on the floor. That was the last thing Sarah ever saw.
"What's going on?! Is she ok?! What happened?!" Sarah's frantic soon-to-be roommate asked frantically. Sarah's father shook his head as he calmed down a crying Karen.
"We don't know, Sallina. We found Sarah in the hallway, unconscious. It looked like she tripped and hit her head on the hallway table. I just don't know. Damnit! I wish those doctors would get out here with some answers!" he said frustrated.
Sallina was shocked slightly. First she had never heard Mr. Williams curse and second by what had happened to her best friend. She sat on one of the chairs and rung her hands in impatience.
After an hour of waiting a man in white doctor's uniform came out motioned for Sarah's parents to come into his office. Sallina got up to follow.
"I'm sorry, only family," the doctor said.
"She's her sister, doctor," David Williams said as he led his wife into the office. The doctor moved aside and let her in. Sallina mouthed a 'thanks' to David and sat down in one of the chairs.
"Mr. Williams are you aware that your daughter had glaucoma?" the doctor asked when the three were settled.
"What?!" he asked. "The optometrist said her eyes were just going to get better!" he was outraged that their trusted eye doctor had not warned him.
"She had glaucoma and your optometrist didn't see it?" the doctor asked, also concerned that this supposed professional had missed it.
"Wait, you said she 'had' it. Where did it go?" Salina asked. The doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion and frustration.
"When Sarah's head hit that table it did severe damage," he explained.
"What do you mean?" David asked.
"Mr. Williams, your daughter is blind."
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Authoress: I'm going to leave you hanging there… for now
Zoe: PLEASE REVIEW!
Authoress: Don't make me get the flying monkeys!