This was inspired after watching the movie, "A Beautiful Mind,"
starring Russell Crowe and Jennifer Connelly. I thought since Jenn
was in Labyrinth, this could be an interesting twist... This deals
with serious issues that shouldn't been taken likely. Comments are
always welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Labyrinth related or any Beautiful Mind
image. Characters, ideas, et cetera all apply. They belong to their
respective creators. -Like Jim Henson, and the creators of "A
Beautiful Mind." This story was written out of personal interest and
hobby; no profit is to be made.


To Dream a Wonderful Dream
By: Sable "Aeria" Li

Chapter 1:
No Love Injection


Gazing out of the same window for the umpteenth time, Sarah watched
the birds flock to the hanging feeders and splashing in the marble
watering pools. This sight was repetitive, as she watched it
everyday, but it calmed her nerves more than anything else she could
imagine. She could feel the warmth of the sun from the reflective
rays shining through the glass onto her face. Propping herself on
the perch near the pane, she brushed her hand through her bangs.
Sarah then pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms about
her arching legs.

It has been six years. Six horrifying years since her `adventure' in
the Labyrinth. That night, when she finally defeated Jareth in his
own game, she found herself back in her bedroom. She was sad. Sad,
because she thought the whole adventure was just a dream. But, her
friends from the Underground came back to her to celebrate.

Then it happened.

Flashback...

"Sarah, Sarah!"

It was the voice of her stepmother charging up the stairs. Sarah
ignored the woman's call, too engrossed in the festivities going on
around her. Smiling, she allowed her arms to span and wrap around
the furry creature, Ludo, before witnessing her stepmother's stern
face opening the door.

"Sarah, I called for you! What's going on up here? I heard you
jumping..."

Sarah batted her eyes and specified empty portions of her room. "A
party... With Ludo, Hoggle, Sir..."

Karen looked at her stepdaughter in complete dismay, prompting the
girl's words to taper off into a subdued whisper. What in the world
was she talking about? A party? Why, there was no one in here. A
concerned looked washed over to the girl. "Sarah, no one's in here."

"Sure there is...," Sarah exclaimed happily, patting air. Karen's
eyes grew wide before she stormed back out of the room to retrieve
her husband.

Present...

That's how it began. And, that's also how it ended. Her life was
confined and secluded in this Mental Institution. Being diagnosed
with Borderline disorder, along with bipolar and maniac depression,
she was also committed to having Schizophrenia to boot. They found
it unsafe for her to manipulate herself through society any further.
Of course Sarah's father blamed himself. If he hadn't parted ways
with her biological mother; if he had paid more attention, maybe this
would've never happened. Of course, the doctors told him it was no
fault of his, that this... or rather `these'... conditions were
typically a result of genetic heredity. There was no signs of this
in his past, but he couldn't say the same for Sarah's mother.
Perhaps that's why she left after all.

Years of intense therapy and medication hoped to ensure Sarah a
decent adult life. Now, it was time to see how she would wonder in
the real world.

"Sarah, Sarah..." came a familiar voice coupled with an opening and
closing of her room door.

She ignored it. Hazel eyes remained fixated on the image shielded by
the glass window, of the world she used to rehearse the `Labyrinth'
scenes in. All she had were memories now. Nothing more. Nothing
ever again.

"Sarah! Every time I come in here you're always staring out that
window. What's so interesting out there anyway?" Karen asked with a
gift bag in hand. Her father stood silently behind her with a
wiggling child, Toby, in his arms.

"My faded, wonderful dreams," was all the twenty-one year old woman
replied as she crossed her legs flatly before her, propping her chin
with a hand.

"Well, quit dreaming Sarah. It's your day to come home... With us.
Doctor said it was time," Karen replied as she pulled out a pair of
suitcases from the closet.

Sarah's eyes returned to the window, watching the birds. She gasped
slightly to herself when she saw a white owl streak along the
treetops.