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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:16 am
[[It has no name right now. Maybe I'll have a contest or something for that. //: I dunno. Tell me what you think. This is meerly the beginning. Thank to Crimson for helping me work out some kinks with it. (:]]
Sarah flicked the butt of her cigarette out of the window. Her right hand shook as it wiped across her mouth. She was nervous; and with good reason. She hadn’t spoken with her family since she left for college, and that was six years ago. Her departure wasn’t something to be proud of. She couldn’t help her mind from straying back to that day.
“Why, you little b***h!” the vile woman screeched, thrusting her elbow across the china-white face of a younger Sarah.
Sarah’s pale eyes clamped shut for a moment, ushering the memory instantly from her mind. She never wanted to relive it again. It was the past, and time had healed her bruise as well as her confusion. She’d left that night in outrage. Her father had sent her a steady supply of his money to support her as she traveled to college. Now that she had her degree, she planned to return to thank her father for his support and his money and try to patch up things at home.
Was that really the reason why she came; or was that just the reason she forced herself to believe? Sarah would never know the difference, but her decision to return home would affect her life forever.
Her soft brown eyes stayed alert on the road, it was only six in the evening, but she was already tired. Being on the road a long day had taken all the life out of her. She watched the road signs as her destination slowly became miles closer.
Finally she was driving around familiar territory. The shops and neighborhoods had changed from how she remembered them, but they still had the sweet remembrance of her childhood. This town was a part of her, no matter how far she ran away from it.
On the corner of Albine Street was her old home. She cruised slowly into the driveway, parking her car, and taking in a large breath. She grabbed her silver lighter and a pack of Virginia Slim 120’s to take one final cigarette before she entered. She bent her head down to light the cigarette, but the reflection of the silver caught her eye. Her mouth hung open as the cigarette once perched in her mouth fell into her lap.
No, she was just seeing things. It was just her mind playing tricks on her. She’d been focused on the road too long. That was all. She placed her lighter back into her purse and opened the car door. She stood up, staring at the old white house, now slightly run down on the outside. A few lights were on inside. She smiled weakly, running her fingers through her hair. She grabbed her luggage and trudged onto the porch. Her hand ran down the door bell, but she resisted. This was her home, now, wasn’t it? So she shouldn’t need to ring nor knock.
Boldly, she opened the screen door before placing her hand on the brass knob of the large wooden door. She pressed her weight against it and forced it open. Her eyes met the long runner on the ground that led her into the house. She closed the door behind her before placing her luggage down.
“Is anyone home?” she called, as sweetly as she could manage under pressure. Her heart raced as she waited for thundering footsteps scaling down the stairs and open arms to receive her. Yet, neither of those greeted her.
A frown spread over her face. She walked down the runner and looked in the kitchen, where the light had been carelessly left on. Three empty beer bottles lay carelessly on the table. She walked forward and snatched them up, placing them gently in the garbage so as not to break them. She didn’t think twice about the bottles, or why the light was left on, though maybe she should have. She shut the light off before walking back into the hallway and climbing the stairs.
“I can’t do anything right!”
She cringed slightly, reaching the top of the stair case. Instinctively, she stopped in front of her old room. Her hand opened the knob like so many times before, and she opened it. She was greeted by incomprehensible darkness. Her hand felt for the switch and turned it on.
Boxes. That was all that was left. She half expected a rush of emotional pain for the remnants of her adolescence, but no such feeling came. She shut the light off and lingered in the door way a moment before returning the wooden door to its closed position, as she felt it had been in for an increasingly long time.
Her pace slowed as she continued down the hallway. She could see a light coming out from the door to her right. She walked up to it, knocking lightly. She paused for a response, and when one didn’t happen, she opened the door a crack and peered in.
The room was… well… how to describe the room of a teenage boy… It was a pigsty, to say the least. She opened the door further, looking for the owner of such a room. Finally her eyes met the large bed where her younger brother, Toby, laid with a controller in his hand and his eyes glued to a screen.
Toby was the spitting image of Sarah if she had been born a man. He had the pale skin they both shared, but his hair was not nearly as dark as hers. His frame was small and lankly, decorated in pajama pants and a t-shirt with some unknown underground band on it.
Sarah took a few steps inside, watching him. She was slightly offended for his complete lack of care for her recent appearance. Her hand quickly ran through her jet black hair once more; an act she did constantly when she was uncomfortable.
Sarah continued to step closer, prompting her brother to speak to her first. His eyes never once looked up from his videogame, though Sarah was clearing in his view. She coughed lightly, nearly pleading for him to say something, anything.
“What?” Toby asked, his thumb pressing a button to pause the bleeps and blobs of the game long enough for him to look up to give her a smug look. Sarah was caught off guard once again.
“I came... Aren’t you glad to see me?” she asked, stupidly. Silently she criticized herself for saying such a vulnerable statement. Toby clicked another button and was greeted with the continuous noises of his game. A large grin formed on his lips, as he finished playing, saved, and shut the game off. Now he could focus all of his attention on his sister.
“Glad? You leave for six years in the middle of the night without a single heads-up to me, and expect me to welcome you with open arms when you return? Don’t make me laugh.” He replied, frankly. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He wasn’t even nearing Sarah’s age, but he was already as tall as her.
Toby walked past her and down the staircase. Her hands shook in silent anger. God, she could use a cigarette. She turned on her heel and followed sometime after her brother. The light was once again on in the kitchen, and she found her brother sitting at the table with a beer at hand, and one sitting in front of the chair opposite of him.
Sarah pursed her lips together, crossing her arms. “You really shouldn’t be drinking…” she muttered, but for some reason this didn’t seem like the time to nag. Hesitantly, she took her seat. The beer was already uncapped, so she took a small sip. The bitter taste hung in her mouth.
Both of them were silent for some time.
“Sarah… you have no idea what’s been going on here since you left, have you?” he asked, looking at her with a stone serious face. Sarah played with her hands, looking directly. The way he spoke made it seem as if all hell had broken loose. She held her fright back and simply shook her head no.
Toby laughed quietly. It was a sad, bitter laugh. He ran his fingers through his hair. A smirk wound its way on Sarah’s face, unable to ignore their similar aneurisms. She removed it quickly as he looked up at her.
“When Vanessa hit you, it changed all of our lives forever. I don’t blame you, and I don’t blame her either, though she was a b***h. You left in the middle of the night and things were ‘silent’ for a while. I was six and you were eighteen.
Vanessa wasn’t the kindest woman, but after she left Dad just wasn’t the same. He missed you. It was like a piece of his soul left with you. Vanessa tried to be extra nice to me, to make up for what she had done, but she couldn’t change what had happened. Eventually Dad and I were so stoic around her she just up and left. She took a lot of our valuable things with her, but Dad didn’t care enough to sue her.
He’d already been taken over by his indulgences. He started coming home later and later, smelling of liquor when I was just eight. Now sometimes he doesn’t even come home, like tonight. I have no idea what he’s up to, but I’m sure he’s drunk as he can be without killing himself..” Toby said.
Sarah shook her head, interrupting him. “No, no. Dad? He isn’t a drunk! He’s never had a drink in his life! I don’t believe you. I just.. I can’t see him like that.” She replied, standing up. Toby furrowed his brow and stood up as well.
“What do you mean you can’t see him like that!? You haven’t seen him in six goddamn years!” he spat. The slur to his voice was now apparent to Sarah. The image of the empty bottles on the table lingered in her mind.
“Stop it Toby, just stop it. You’re drunk!” She accused, her voice growing in volume. She turned to leave the kitchen. She was tired. Toby rounded the table and was swiftly behind her.
“Jesus Christ, Sarah! I’m not lying to you. Why the ******** would I be lying about this!?” he demanded, outraged that she didn’t believe him. Yes, he was buzzed, but he wasn’t making anything up.
Sarah sighed, turning to look at him. Her hand was on the railing for the stairs. “I don’t know, Toby. I don’t want to fight. I’m tired. We can talk in the morning when I’ve had my rest and you have a clear head.” She replied. She once again began climbing the stairs, no quite sure of her destination yet.
Toby walked to the foot of the stairs, watching her. “Look at you! You don’t give a damn about me!” he replied, laughing. Sarah turned to frown at him.
“You know that isn’t true Toby..” she muttered.
“Oh, so you ‘saved my life’ from the Goblin King. Big whoop. I’d rather be a goblin than living here.” He yelled back at her.
A burning anger was rising inside of Sarah as she listened to his last statement. She turned, giving him the dirtiest look she could manage. “Don’t you dare say that.” She whispered, harshly. Toby grinned evilly, seeing this passion ignite within her because of his words.
“Rather be a goblin!” he shouted. He stood his ground at the foot of the stairs as Sarah slowly stepped back down them.
“Don’t you ******** say that!” she spat, only a step above him. Toby remained calm, his face blank of emotion staring her down.
“You’re the one who wished me away, anyhow, Sarah. Why didn’t you let me stay there? Why didn’t you let me be happy?” he asked, calmly.
Sarah shrieked; her sight momentarily blind. She heaved in large ominous breaths, looking around dumbfounded. Toby had been knocked to the ground. His lip was bleeding already, and a bruise would form on his cheek in no time.
“You.. you hit me!” Toby pointed out, as oblivious as she was. He forced himself to his feet and stood in front of her. Sarah took a few steps backwards, her face full of shock and fear. Toby ran the back of his hand across his bottom lip, staring at the blood. He looked up at her and smirked. “Funny, how you hated that woman so much when you’ve grown up to be exactly like her.” He stated.
The words hit Sarah like a ton of bricks. She quickly ran up the stairs, opening the door to her father’s room, and collapsing on the floor. What had she just done!?
The anger and passion she had put into those last few moments had taken most of her energy away. She lay sprawled on the floor crying, as she drifted to sleep.
Downstairs, Toby sat on the first step, trying to feel his face. He grunted, feeling the pain. Nothing had broken, luckily. He sighed, hanging his head.
Was it the four beers he had ingested or the real loathing he had for his sister, but sure enough, he muttered the words even he never expected to say.
“I wish the goblins would come and take you away… right now.”
[[I plan to re-write the whole fight thing once I figure out the plot and such. //: Well.. maybe. I dunno. It's a little pathedic. Haha. Give me your thoughts, ideas, suggestions, etc. Thanks a lot. (:]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:23 am
YOU STEAL THIS AND I WILL BREAK YOU.
THIS AS IN IDEA OR LITERALLY THE TEXT.
IT'S MY ORIGINAL IDEA.
I DO NOT OWN THE LABYRINTH NOR IT'S CHARACTERS.
If you people like it, I'll continue writing.
If not, I'll think up a new idea. /:
I know it doesn't seem to have a plot yet.
It's a JarxSar thing, though.
'Cause my Toby's an arse. ;D
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:18 am
heart I absolutely love it! ^_^ Please do continue writing! D< AND DON'T YOU DARE SIGN OUT ON ME AGAIN WITHOUT WARNING.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:40 am
Thanks Crimson. (:
...hahaaa..., sorry? I won't do it again? D:
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 10:33 pm
Very nice! biggrin I'd love to read the next installment.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 1:07 pm
Z. Stardust Very nice! biggrin I'd love to read the next installment.
I'll get on it, but not tonight.
SPONGEBOB'S ON TONIGHT. O_____O
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 2:23 pm
I like it, it's well written. I am, however, a little unsure of how Toby would ever have found out about the entire Goblin ordeal, being that he was an infant at the time. When he grew older he would never have beleived the story.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:17 pm
xx Bowie Z. Stardust Very nice! biggrin I'd love to read the next installment.
I'll get on it, but not tonight.
SPONGEBOB'S ON TONIGHT. O_____ODDDDD I RECORDED IT!
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:18 pm
Thin W. Duke I like it, it's well written. I am, however, a little unsure of how Toby would ever have found out about the entire Goblin ordeal, being that he was an infant at the time. When he grew older he would never have beleived the story. I suppose Sarah told him stories? *Shrug*
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:11 pm
Thin W. Duke I like it, it's well written. I am, however, a little unsure of how Toby would ever have found out about the entire Goblin ordeal, being that he was an infant at the time. When he grew older he would never have beleived the story.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:24 pm
Very good job. *claps* I loved it. I can't wait to read the next part. Exciting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:27 pm
kXw_LOVEtheseSCREAMS Very good job. *claps* I loved it. I can't wait to read the next part. Exciting.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 9:39 pm
xx Bowie Thin W. Duke I like it, it's well written. I am, however, a little unsure of how Toby would ever have found out about the entire Goblin ordeal, being that he was an infant at the time. When he grew older he would never have beleived the story. Don't worry love, that's what proofreaders are for.
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