A/N: I have decided to rewrite Crimson, I'm going to leave the original up, just in case some of you readers prefer that one. I have changed a lot of things and I hope you guys like it. If you have any requests for this fic, or any of my other ones, please review. Also! I have to thank my friend Devin for creating the cover, I absolutely love it so thank you
Chapter 1
Regina slowly made her way up the stairs of her empty and lonely home, Henry was gone, again. She was alone, again. The brunette stepped out of her heels and left them on the staircase along with her white blazer.
Her heart rate sped up as she laid her hand on her son's closed door, it reminds her of their new relationship. Closed, like she is just an unwanted visitor from the other side. She swallowed the large lump in her throat and she backed away from the cold wood.
Regina's bare feet pattered against the floor of the large mansion, reminding her of how empty and bare she really was. She opened her master bedroom door and slowly shimmed out of her slacks. Her button up shirt fell on the ground with a small swishing sound.
Left in only her bra and underwear she crawled onto the large and cold bed. Her body shook as she tried to refrain from crying, she was a queen, a proper lady. A queen never cries.
Regina slowly opened the top drawer of her nightstand and her long nimble fingers shook as she clutched the scarf and sat it on the bed. Her empty brown eyes stared at the deep red scarf and the world around her blurred as she swallowed thickly. She really didn't want to do this again, she just needed to feel something. She's become so numb and cold to everything. The only thing that made her feel anything was Emma and all she was doing was pushing the blonde away.
She unfolded the scarf with her sweaty and shaking hands, inside the heavy and dark material was a single, clean razorblade. She took a deep breath and lifted it up, the familiar weight made her body shudder and bile rose in her throat.
Her long fingers opened the blade and she held it shakily against her wrist. She bit her bottom lip as she thought. Regina couldn't cut there, people would see it… Henry would see it. The even line of scars from her previous life have faded, barely there physically.
Taking a deep breath she glanced down at her thigh, it could work. The cold blade sliced through the soft skin of her thigh, the immediate burning pain caused her to cry out a whimper. Tears flowed down her face and the salty water mixed with the blood on her thigh.
Regina sliced her thigh three more times, and threw the wet blade back into the scarf. Her mouth went dry and her head seemed heavier as darkness started to blur her vision.
"Henry" she whispered as she shut her eyes and her body leaned to the left, causing the brunette to fall off of the bed.