Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. Or Jareth….sigh.

AN: The first two chapters are being updated/revised in preparation to work on WTBI for Camp NaNoWriMo July 2013. Please read and review. This story had been long overdue for updates. As always looking for a Beta.

With the Best Intentions

"Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too."
-Aldous Huxley

A rented suburban vehicle pulled up in front of a large iron gate. It stalled briefly and a middle aged man rolled down his window to press a button on the intercom system. A few words were exchanged and with a resounding "beep" the gate slowly opened. A large building with various windows was apparent behind the strong metal and high walls. There were a number of security personnel dispersed along the grounds, making the beautiful courtyard filled with shrubbery less welcoming. The suburban proceeded through the grounds, and the couple looked around. The woman in the passenger seat looked worriedly to her husband. He returned her look with a succinct and shaky smile and firmly gripped her hand. As they drove through the grounds the rear view mirror clearly depicted the words Danvers State Hospital at the top of the gate.

The woman stepped out from the vehicle and pulled her jacket tight against her thin shoulders in an attempt to ward against the autumn chill. She was tall but thin. Her face would have been deemed beautiful if it had not been for the permanent downward angle of her lips, and cemented lines of worry around her eyes and forehead. She wore a casual but flattering dress of dark blue with sensible and fashionable high heels. Her husband took the keys from the cars ignition and rubbed his tired eyes. He released a deep and weary sigh that left a permanent sag to his shoulders.

The building towered over the courtyard and boasted elegant arches with nearly ten levels. It housed hundreds of occupants within the confines of its numerous walls compiled of bricks and barred windows. The couple closed the car door and walked along the cemented pavement to the front entrance of the hospital with every intention to enter despite the desire to turn and leave

Together, Robert and Irene Williams entered the main administration building.

She could hear them outside her room. The walls weren't that thick, or at least her weren't anymore. She had spent many long months in a blindingly white room with soft walls unable to scratch her own nose. It seemed like another life time. Then again her life was a compilation meaningless day's one after the other.

The sound of people and of footsteps grew louder. She could not depict the click of high heels and the repeated squeaking of some form of tennis shoe. The voices were too far away to hear clearly, but there were multiple people she was certain. As they drew nearer the voices became more distinct.

And then she heard them.

Perhaps if she hadn't known they would be arriving today – or if she hadn't known about her impending release, the young woman might have been prone to some amount of anxiety. She wiggled her fingers in front of her face and watched as they moved in almost in slow motion. She frowned. As it turned out, she might be having some difficulty controlling them. It was also hard to think clearly. She rubbed her arm.

The culprit was obvious and was her worst and best friend, prescription medication. This, in all actuality, was more of a recent occurrence, at least this specific drug combination. Her dosage was known to make her ill, dazed and practically immobile until the effects wore off. Her health clinicians had been at their wits end in their efforts to prescribe her the proper dosage of the correct medication that would ultimately allow her a life in the real world. The real world, she scoffed. It hardly mattered any more, they didn't matter. Except for him. He mattered.

But with her nerves and anxiety, she was grateful for the small sense of calm those little pills brought her, and even the normalcy of it. It wasn't everyday that your parents came to bring you home from a lengthy leave of absence from an institute for the mentally incapacitated.

Sarah Williams smiled despondently. Her fingers traced her lips and felt a little better knowing her facial features were cooperating.

Words were exchanged in the hall and the door to her quarters opened. Sarah's eyes regarded her parents for the first time in a year - the last time had been during Toby's winter break. She had been in Massachusetts's for a few years now. It was simply unacceptable that the Williams accommodate Sarah's delusions and move from their comfortable home in New Jersey. Sarah also suspected that they wanted to keep Toby away from her influence as much as possible.

She studied her guardians briefly as she stood up to great them. She noted they looked older.

"Oh Sarah honey!" Irene encased her in a firm embrace.

"You look so good." Sarah refrained from mentioning that she had actually lost a significant amount of weight from their last meeting. "Aren't you excited to come home? We have so many things to catch up on. Your Father and I have a big surprise for you when we get back. Isn't that right Robert?"

Sarah felt a wetness on her shoulder. Irene pulled away and attempted to clean her eyes and save her carefully applied makeup. Her father smiled and awkwardly hugged her.

"It's good to see you sweetheart," he said.

"I was thinking we might get an early lunch before we head to the airport since we have a few hours until our flight." Irene smiled hopefully.

"Are you hungry Sarah?" Robert asked.

She shrugged.

Dr. Sherman took that moment to intercede. "There are some excellent restaurants around the area." Dr. Sherman had been Sarah's main psychologist and physician during her stay. She wasn't a particularly good or bad person. Dr. Sherman had tried very hard to earn Sarah's trust and confidence. What she received was obedience and compliance. And even that took awhile, likely only due to a lack of options and feelings of complete hopelessness and despair on Sarah's part. It really had been her only option.

Sarah nodded to her parents and Dr. Sherman and picked up her bag of belongings from the bed. She followed them out into the hall and noted the presence of one burly security guard following behind them.

Perhaps they didn't feel as secure as they let on. Okay, so maybe she had bitten a few people in the past. Point taken.

Dr. Sherman and "big beefy security guy" accompanied them outside.

"Why don't you get inside Sarah, I just want to speak with your parents for a moment."

Sarah sat in the back seat of the car and tried to ignore her parents and her doctor. Did they honestly have to talk about her like she couldn't hear them? She might be crazy, but she sure wasn't stupid. Or, maybe she was. She sighed. It wasn't like she got to finish high school or anything.

"Now I can't stress how important it is that you go about your normal routines once you're home" Dr. Sherman began.

"But we can't just leave her home by herself." Irene looked nervously at Robert.

"It might be good for her to get a little quiet. You don't want to suffocate her. Sarah's been through a lot and you need to trust what we've all accomplished over the years. She's received the very best care at Danvers and has shown progress through a series of electroconculsive therapy, social skills training, cognitive behavior therapy, and personal psychological evaluations by myself and Dr. Morse, who is our leading psychologist and expert. You need to have faith. Sarah will be just fine at home you'll see."

Dr. Sherman paused. "You've been given prescriptions for her medication correct?"

"Yes we have." Robert held up the slips. He didn't what half of the stuff on the list was. Whatever it was it wasn't cheap. Did his daughter really need that much medication just to be a normal kid again?

"Good. Sarah's proven very successful with this combination, but you may need to remind her so she that keeps up with taking them everyday. Developing a routine and schedule is vital. I understand you've also set up a supported employment and GED classes for Sarah to complete online?"

Robert nodded. "We have a friend that owns a used book store that was willing to hire Sarah on the weekends."

"Excellent. Furthermore, I know we've spoken about this over the phone, but I want to suggest that you reconsider family counseling. I understand your reluctance to get your son Toby involved, but your daughter needs your support and understanding. Please think about it."

It was at this time that Sarah tuned them out.

There were a few more words exchanged before Irene and her Dad got in the car. Dr. Sherman waved at her and Sarah offered her a small smile and wave. The woman really had given her the best attentions. She had tried and had actually cared. If Sarah were her and had the PhD, she'd think she were crazy too. But her parents shouldn't have, they should have believed her, should have trusted her. Her Mother, her actual Mother should have at least wanted to talk to her before she was committed. She was their daughter and – no. Sarah closed her eyes briefly. It wouldn't do her any good to think like that, it really didn't matter anymore.

But she couldn't help thinking about it while Irene and Robert slept on the plane headed to New Jersey. Sarah had spent many nights in bed contemplating what it would like to be home. She was surprised to discover that after reuniting with them she felt very disconnected to the whole event. She was ambivalent to Irene's tears and her Father's watery smile.

But as they walked off the plane and packed their belongings into the back of a taxi her palms began to sweat. Sarah wiped her palms on her pants. Her predicament was beginning to settle within her mind.

Sarah was going home and she was finally going to see Toby.


Danvers State Hospital is an actual institution and was known for inhumane treatments of its patients such as frontal lobotomy, excessive use of straightjackets, ECT, drugs etc. It was demolished recently.

Sarah was treated as manic depressive/bipolar and schizophrenic. The world has a negative history with the treatment of the mentally ill and the more we learn the better and more humane treatment is. Hopefully, one day many illnesses and diseases will be cured.

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