Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Again I DO NOT OWN 'The Labyrinth' or any characters from it they are the property of Jim Henson Home Entertainment, Lucasfilms Ltd and Sony Pictures.
A/N: Thank you Sweet Christabel for taking the time to review. In response I would like to say that is why I posted both the prologue and the first chapter in the same night. The chapters for this story are going to be kinda short (not as short as the prologue) but it also will be updated kinda fast… hopefully if my hectic life permits. Please everyone bare with me this is the first fiction I have attempted for Labyrinth. It is my favorite movie and I hope I have captured the characters personalities as well as the original creators. If I make any mistakes please feel free to point them out so I can fix it. Thank you.
CHAPTER 2
The weather had turned dank and dreary as Sarah's car pulled into the driveway. The metallic creaking of the garage door overpowered the sound of the rain as it beat against the roof of her car. Once safely inside the garage she got out of her car she smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress as she made her way to the door to let herself into the house.
It was unusually quiet and lonely; everywhere she looked something reminded her of everything she had lost. Toby's dirty sneakers lay by the doorway where he had taken them off after playing in her yard. His toys and movies scattered around the huge TV in the living room from their last movie night together. This was the house she had grown up in where she had practically raised her younger brother as her own child. From the exterior of the house it looks the same as it did when she was a child but the interior was decorated to Sarah's taste alone. When her father passed away two years ago he left her the house. It was the only thing he had given her in her life that held any significant value in her eyes. So many memories were trapped within these walls, memories of her mother, her little brother Toby, and of others she dared not mention out loud.
As she took off her shoes she spotted the picture on the mantle that was taken of her with Toby last month. Looking at the two of them was like looking at two sides of the same coin, complete opposites yet they were so similar. Where she had straight dark hair he had wild blond, her eyes were green and his were blue with flecks of brown... almost as if he had two different colored eyes. Sarah couldn't look at the picture any longer. She rounded the corner into the kitchen and went straight to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine she kept there. She had kept it for special occasions knowing she was a goner after two glasses. She didn't even bother getting a glass to pour it in, it besides it wasn't like there was anyone there to chastise her for her lack of manners tonight and after the day she had experienced she would have dared anyone to have said anything to her if they were there. The cold bitterness of the wine made her scrunch up her nose. She wasn't much of a drinker, a light weight really, but tonight she felt she needed that little bit of added strength that bottle offered. She hated being alone
Just outside the kitchen window a snow white owl sat perched in the low hanging branches of a tree. Rain was pouring down on the little bird but he sat watching the woman with such intensity you would think he knew what was going on. It was odd seeing an owl in a suburban neighbor hood. But this wasn't just your average barn owl; he was here with a purpose. Just as he had been for the past 10 years he was waiting on someone. He was waiting on her to notice him, to want him, to need him again...
A/N: Well what do you think? Please review...until next time :)