Disenchanted Chapter 2, a labyrinth fanfic

Disclaimer : Don't Own Labyrinth The Movie That's Jim Henson's (Sadly :( ) & Don't Own The Lyrics At The Bottom Either, Even Though They Helped :). This Is Purely Recreational.

It had been fourteen, nearly fifteen years since she was last here. She'd been fifteen at the time, been through two different aspects of growing ; childhood and adolescence. It seemed like a whole lifetime ago she was here, and in a way it was. She'd journeyed through adolescence and into adulthood now, she was on the other side of her life.

Sarah skimmed through those two sides of her life, in her mind.

Her childhood; playing with bubbles in the yard and even when the bubble solution disappeared more bubbles came into sight. It wasn't something you question as a child, it was something you enjoy.

Sarah remembered her fourth birthday party with a fairy shaped cake. She wore a plastic tiara and cheap colourful fairy wings on her back. Sarah remembered her first day of school, scary and exciting and just a little lonely. She remembered going to see her mother in her costumes before shows. She remembered some family days out vaguely.

She remembered her mother arguing with her father to spend time with her. She remembered her father bringing her to a bookstore, he waited idly at the door while she marvelled at the books and pictures. She picked out her first book, Alice In Wonderland and her mother read it to her until she was old enough to read herself. Her bookshelves were filled every third Saturday after that, mostly fairy tales and coming of age stories.

She remembered her mother dying. She remembered crying at night because sometimes, sometimes she forgot what she looked like. One day she asked her father to tell her what she laughed like, to remind her but Daddy just shook his head and told her not to bother him. Secretly, Sarah wondered if Daddy didn't love her enough to remember her and then other times she wondered if she herself loved her enough, surely if she did she should be able to remember her eyes and her smile? And her laugh and her smell. Maybe it was Sarah's fault she was fading away. Maybe she was a wicked child.

She reread the fairy tales her mother once read to her before bed. She tried to keep her alive but Daddy wasn't helping. He boxed every photo, letter and clothes. Then Irene came along.

The book buying Saturdays ground to a halt, the only quality time they had. Sarah remembered Irene's disapproving look, her rules and her punishments. Sarah remembered imagining the days she'd have out with her mother, instead of days confined to her room as Irene cast her away from family life.

When she drew a picture Irene ripped it up instead of sticking it on the fridge like her mother did. When she got a B Irene sighed and said she should have got an A. After a while Sarah stopped caring what Irene thought, she was sick of trying to please her and be a child at the same time.

Sarah remembered the wedding, her father suggested she be a flower girl but Irene wasn't certain she could sit still through it or pose for the photographs. So Sarah stayed at home with a babysitter while they got married. She spent the two weeks of their honeymoon lugged at Irene's mother's who is just as high maintenance and boring as she. Sarah was drowned in a bath every second morning with carbolic soap and she had to iron her clothes every night.

She was never as happy before to return home to escape to her room to live in books or make up her own stories. Her last memory of her proper childhood was the day before her thirteenth birthday and also the day she learned that Irene was expecting a baby. She was presented with a list, more chores, a curfew, some rules. Things normal teenagers do, Irene assured. Sarah didn't know what ruined her birthday more, the absence of her mother, Irene in her place with a standard fake cheerful card and the little person growing inside her or her father's negligence. '' Oh ... I thought it was next week. ''

Of course there's no definite age or landmark to say you are officially a teenager, but Sarah believed it was after her body changed and she started puberty. That's when she started to feel different. She felt lost more than ever. She found solace in re-acting characters from plays and storybooks and even her own. Sometimes she fought her inner demons through them. Sometimes they fought her.

Toby arrived, the apple of her father's eye and Irene was ecstatic she had something to work with from the start. Not Sarah's mother's leftovers. Sometimes she was jealous of the baby and the attention it received. Sometimes she lavished hers upon him. She'd never had a sibling before. It irked her though when Irene insist she babysit Toby when her stepmother wanted to swan off with her father or even with friends. She was paid in meagre allowance and an extension on her curfew, things she used to buy books, costumes or even some alone time in the park.

Sarah remembers the events of the night Toby was whisked off to the Labyrinth when she'd been particulary moody and wicked and harsh with her words. She remembered her first kiss, her boyfriends and her graduating grades. She remembers her first break up, her first drink and her first love.

She remembers the praise of her English and Drama teachers. She remembers looking out for Toby more than she did as a child. She remembers the absence of something. It was noticeable but not curable. She remembers opening nights of plays, her first trip abroad and meeting her favourite actress.

Sarah remembers starting at Art College and meeting new friends. Sarah remembers Toby first confiding in her his troubles and how they'd forged understanding and more of a growing relationship from that. She remembers nights on her own when she'd cry. She remembers being described anti-depressants and she remembers throwing them away. Her ailments couldn't be cured by pills and she knew it.

She remembers the haunting loneliness her friends couldn't fill. She remembers being used by a casting director. She remembers almost running out in front of a truck in an effort to escape her boyfriend and his other lover canoodling in the park. Sarah remembers winning a prize for one of her roles. Sarah remembers smiling at an image of a barn owl on a documentary she seen on Animal Planet.

Sarah remembers meeting John. She felt secure and safe and loved. She felt happy. She remembers their first night together and she remembers his proposal. She remembers his bad jokes and his love for martial arts movies. She remembers telling him about her birth mother and her brother.

Most of all she remembers forgetting about her Faery friends and her promises and their support because of the distraction of every day life. She'd lost the hold she had on her fantasy dreams as she tried to be logical with them but it didn't turn out right. Truth be told she had asked her friends to be there, in her head and twice aloud but they weren't there. She couldn't feel them at the church. Obviously they couldn't appear in the midst of everyone but ... She was disappointed.

Maybe they were angry with her. Maybe they just didn't have permission to leave the Goblin realm. One thing Sarah was sure of, was that if she'd had Hoggle's help for wedding or Ludo's or Sir Didymus maybe she'd have relinquished the control she'd given Irene over the wedding. She didn't need their money for it, she had plenty of her own but Irene insisted. Sarah could have refused and stole away with John to Vegas, with no old hags to judge and no frowning relatives.

Truth was Sarah wanted to make them happy and since John thought she was happy he didn't complain. It was funny what some people gave up for the sake or approval or love or convenience.

Sarah had allowed Irene to boss her around to such an extent over of the planning and preparation just so she could say she had some quality time with her. Sarah knew it meant much more to Irene than it did her, the trivial things like napkins folded like swans. Look how it was thrown back in her face. Irene's eagerness was finally given a more credible reason in Sarah's mind.

Since she uttered the words, she'd closed her eyes on the world she was destined to suffer. The air around her grew warm and caressed her like a lover's touch. She felt herself falling, slowly, suspended through a velvet air that rushed to blanket her. In her heart she felt a dormant remembrance waking, noting familiarity. Her mouth opened to suck in the sparkling air and a with a stubborn stab of courage, she opened her eyes.

Author's Note :

So Sorry For The Wait Dx, Stupid Laptop Broke A Few Times & Writer's Block Is Chronic These Days . Please R & R, It Means Alot :). Lots Of Love x

Finished 03:49 31st December 09

PLAYLIST :

Colourblind - Counting Crows ( Wedding - Jareth )

Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden ( Labyrinth )

Numb - Linkin park ( Sarah's Relationship With Irene

Almost Lovers - A Fine Frenzy

Coma White - Marilyn Manson

Hey Hey - Superchick

Dig - Incubus

Colourblind

I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine

Black Hole Sun

In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the dream
And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes

In my shoes
A walking dream
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Black hole sun

Hang my head
Drown my fear
'Til you all just disappear

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won't you come

Numb

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that i take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All i want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
Afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought i would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that i take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
And every second i waste is more than i can take

I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All i want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But i know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you

I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All i want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

I've
Become so numb
I can´t feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've
Become so numb
I can´t feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Almost Lover

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

[Chorus]
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine

Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?

[Chorus]
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

Coma White

There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
[coma:] "You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"

A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself

Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
[coma:]
"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"

A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
[chorus repeat]

Hey Hey

Some people you can never please
You might as well just let them be
They mock everything not their own
From their imaginary throne
But I won't bow down,
even if the whole world thinks I'm crazy

So hey hey, this song is for us
So put your hands in the air
if you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey, that's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear,
that's the sound from our bus
Hey hey

Why try to be like someone else
When you can only be yourself?
No one can sing the song you do
Be true, be legendary you
So I won't sell out,
even if the whole world thinks I'm crazy

Why kiss the feet of the people who kick you
When you can be anything that you want to?

Dig

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify.
Look me in the eye and ask for forgiveness;
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again
Yes you are my friend.

We all have something that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.

We all have someone that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh each other....
When everything else is gone.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh each other....
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other....
When everything else is gone.