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Chapter 1:

"It's like… I mean, have you ever seen Charmed? It's kinda like that whole White Lighter thing"

….

It was almost instant, as soon as the car hit that concrete wall just outside of town it ignited into a swarm of licking flames. The rest of them scrambled, no one stayed, no one called for help; on those roads it was everyone for themselves.

By the time any officials got to the scene she was gone, some of them said she was gone before the fire started. Death on impact they called it.

What about Henry.

….

Tears ran down her checks. She closed her eyes squeezing away the tears but every time she did she saw the car burning; the red and orange flames tormented her for 3 days straight.

Shooting up in bed on the fourth night she finally decided she'd had enough. Slipping from her bed, from her home, in the middle of the night she ran.

It wasn't long until she found what she was looking for. But it took her a long time for her to open it; it had been sealed from prying hands many years ago. It was against every rule and regulation, she had ever known.

No, I have to do this! She thought to herself, she didn't care about the repercussions; her gut was telling her this is what she needed to do.

….

Bones smashed against cold damp pavers. The cool air swirled around her body, the night took her in, it covered her aching soul like a familiar childhood blanket.

She lay there for what seemed like hours, pain splitting through her. She couldn't move, she could barely groan in pain. The pain was slow, as though there was air in her veins.

Time slipped away from her as she slipped away from consciousness, the ability to hold on was gone.

….

The sound of someone's voice, the feeling of small hands shaking her; that's what woke her. As she tried to open her eyes she was met with a ray of unforgiving sun. She groaned and looked to the hands on her shoulders. It was a young boy, 12 at the most. Wait, she knew that boy.

Henry.

He wasn't looking at her anymore; he was yelling back towards a grand white home. Wait, she knew that home.

Mills.

Her eyes opened and closed. Her breathing was shallow. She couldn't move, she had to lie there, in pain… waiting.

The sound of fast clicking heels made her eyes open once more. She couldn't see a face; it was blocked by the sun, all she could see was a long set of legs with black pumps at the bottom. Voices, a conversation, yelling. More pain. Then it went silent, the boy rose and disappeared from site. It was then at the long legs came closer, she could now see a face. Wait, she knew that face.

Regina.

She tried to say her name, but it came out in a groan. The tip of a shoe came to her shoulder. It pushed, rolling her onto her back. She groaned even more, her back hurt so much it was like she was run over by a B double.

There was a loud scoff. Regina turned back to the grand white home.

….

She slipped back into the land of the unconscious souls, begging for her pain to go away, she couldn't remember what happened, she was left to her own devices, nothing- no one- was going to save her now.

She woke again, the sun right above her; she closed her eyes tightly praying for relief.

She felt grass beneath her right leg, hard pavers beneath the other; she was so uncomfortable it was almost enjoyable.

The woman woke from her slumber many times, still with no ability to move. But she now started to think it wasn't because of the pain, but because of her mental disarray. She tried with everything she had, she truly tried to pull her aching bones from the pavers that led to the large white home; but she couldn't muster the strength. All she could manage was turning on her side and curling into a tight ball.

….

She woke again, this time the sky was a little darker. The sun was behind her now, all she could see was grey clouds. She groaned, hoping it wouldn't rain.

….

Again, she woke; the sky was much darker now. The street lights were on. It was getting colder.

She prayed for something, anything, she didn't want to spend anymore time of the cold damp ground.

Just as that thought flickered through her mind the roar of a car came closer and closer; until it was only a possible 5 meters away. She winced, a car. That meant nothing good.

Soon a door slammed shut, another closed softly.

Then there were footsteps, two sets. Small running feet and loud clicking heels.

A voice sounded. Something about inside. There was a whining sound, and then another door slammed.

The clicking heels came closer, and closer. Then stopped.

A disgruntled sound was made by the woman towering over her.

She pulled her hand from her face, Regina was standing over her; arms crossed, frown on her face.

Regina.

Regina was there, she was really there, Regina's shadow falling onto her face.

Regina.

She managed to pull herself into a slouched sitting position.

They looked at each other for a while, it wasn't awkward, it was peaceful- almost beautiful. Until something snapped in Regina, her face tightened.

"You." She stated coldly. "What are you doing on my path?"

She tried to answer; "Regina" was all she could manage.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Yes, me Regina. You drunk." Regina took the more "Cave-man" like tone, trying to get her message across. Regina got a curious look in return. "You are going to remove yourself from my garden path or do I have to call the police station?"

"Regina" She said again, this time a little clearer. She tried, and this time with grunting and pain she pulled herself from the ground, she now stood –just a little taller than Regina. She wobbled but stayed standing.

"Geez, how much did you have to drink?" Regina asked, stepping back a little.

She stepped forwards making up the distance between herself and Regina.

Regina moved back again, so she moved forwards again. To her it seemed like a game, but Regina, as much as she would deny it, was a little afraid. This continued to happen until Regina's back was flat against the white front door of the Mills manor.

"What do you think you're doing?" Regina asked in a huff.

"I need," her words tumbled "We… talk- We need to talk."

Regina pushed the woman back a little "No. You need to go home."

"But you're life. Dead, you're dead. We have to talk."

"Look, I don't know who you are… But you need to go home, or at least get off my porch." And with that Regina turned, taking herself inside. Slamming the door behind her.