A/N So, this idea (brought you by taibhse-an-laoch on tumblr) is going to take a while. Longer than my usual while of two, three weeks tops. This is going to be updated whenever I've the time to write and edit it but I wanted to at least give the first chapter since Sean had been very patience with me already and I was feeling bad because of the wait xD The idea is perfect and I've passed the last weeks working on it and trying to make it as good and reliable as possible since I want to be as realistic as possible.
I've read as much as I've been able to and talked with a few people I know near me that are blind (one blind at birth the other one because "stuff happens" as they called it) and whereas I know every person is different and so their experiences in the matter will be different since I'm not blind and I'm merely using other people experiences to be as fair as possible with Regina's character I would love to have a little bit of feedback as the story progresses.
And that's it. I'm actually nervous with this one so please. I know the prologue is barely a mere introduction but if as the story progress if anyone feels that there are things that because of their own experiences or people they know I should have written it differently tell me! (I could have done something on purpose basing on my friends experiences of course but, as I said above I want to be as realistic as possible and not offend anyone in the process.)
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Emma closed her eyes and kicked her car, fury and embarrassment still flooding her system.
She exhaled as she opened her eyes, she knew she was still visible from the interior of the house in anyone happened to look outside but she was too shaken up to even think to move her car away and do as she had been politely asked to do. Not that she wanted to stay of course.
Folding her arms and putting her hands below her armpits she sighed, shaking her head and trying to recover her usual coolness. Turning to look at the big white mansion in front of her she noticed the very well taken garden and the obviously loved flowers that grew just above the fence that lead to the main door of the house.
"This was just another case Swan" She thought, trying to delude herself. She tilted her head back and rest it in the roof of the bug, her eyes closing as she started to do one of the many breathing tricks she knew by now.
Nothing, useless.
Opening her eyes once again she caught a slight movement on the top window from the left, as if someone had just closed the blinders but had been staring at her until now.
"The kid" She guessed, unfolding her arms and biting one of her thumbnails, a bad habit she tried hard to break.
She felt completely mortified and a part of her just wanted to return and apologize, even if she really didn't know what she would say if she ever had the chance.
"Not that you are ever going to have one" She reasoned "Since you are going to turn to your little flat and just try to find another case"
She should have trusted her instincts; she thought as she extracted the keys of the car from her back pocket and turned, opening it with a few more kicks and pushes to the old metal door.
The kid had been nothing more trouble since he had stepped inside the little apartment of hers. She had felt it the first time she had known that he was lying and even after the boy had told her the entire truth, or at least what he thought was the truth, Emma had felt that the boy wasn't only a troublemaker but one that was going to make her life a complicated and very messed up trouble.
At the end it had been her fault but she tried not to dwell on that fact.
Starting the engine and with a bittersweet flavor still teasing her taste buds she drove away the white mansion, a frown on her face and chastising her decision of bringing the boy back herself. Not that the kid had let her many options.
She sighed as she turned towards the main road from where she had driven earlier. She looked at the broken tower clock and scoffed, remembering the crazy theories that the kid had shared with her during the ride and even after. She really needed to admit that he had a lot of imagination, whatever that was right or wrong Emma admired him for that. She had been too stuck on the real world since the beginning that even imagination had been hard for her when she had desperately craved for it. A world where adults were banned a world where she could be free even if it was only for a few minutes. That would have been paradise if she would have been able to imagine it.
Shaking her head and trying to not think about those things she headed up for the main road. Soon enough she would be back to Boston, in her bed and without being lost in a city that appeared to be frozen in time.
Gripping the steering wheel and trying not to let the blush she had been fighting since she had exited that woman's house appear she bit her bottom lip, knowing that she had let Henry enter and actually talk to her after the first lie because it was her birthday, once she would never knew if it was her actual one or just one that it was made up for someone since they couldn't exactly tell how old she had been when she had been found on a road. Maybe less than a day, maybe more than two days, no one had told her so she kept they day she had learnt to consider her birthday. It was easier this way.
Thinking about the blue candle and the little treat she had let herself taste earlier, before the kid appeared in front of her house that's it, she tried not to shed a tear. She was emotional, like every year when this day arrived. Emotional and tired and maybe that was the reason behind what had happened inside the big white house. Maybe tomorrow or in a few days she could search for the boy's address and call, just to talk a little with the boy's mother and apologize for her rudeness.
Everything had started bad, she reasoned, thinking about how the boy had refused at first to tell her where he exactly lived and how he had reacted to the poor balding man, she thought he had said that his name was Archie but now she wasn't too sure. Either way Henry had reacted poorly when she had asked about the man, and for a second she had felt sorry for him.
It was more prejudice than anything and she knew it; during her childhood she had known a large group of therapists, psychologists, pedagogues and many other men and women alike that thought that having a PhD equated be able to understand her. She knew they had tried to help her but she had passed enough time being tossed from one family to other to add the constant stream of new faces, new people that tried to make her more talkative, more social, more easy to be adopted. She had hated every minute of it and for a second she had sided with the boy, only for a second but it had been enough to look warily to the woman that, perfectly dressed in a very fitting pearl gray dress, had opened the door when the boy had rang the doorbell from the fence and had walked inside the house, screaming and not looking at her for a second.
Emma licked her lips, the Storybrooke signal visible now through the darkness that now surrounded her. The woods were certainly thick around the city and that helped with the eerie atmosphere that she had been picking up the second she had crossed the city line with the boy less than an hour ago.
Back to the woman dressed in pearl grey Emma's partiality towards the woman had only grew when the brunette hadn't even looked at her. Emma couldn't have known, she couldn't but now, driving away as fast as she could, she wanted to smack her forehead against the steering wheel.
The brunette's movements where somewhat stilled, as if she didn't feel comfortable. To be fair that was normal since her son had just come back home after going to Boston completely alone and with only a book as a trip companion so Emma hadn't noticed that when she had first talked.
Her voice had made the woman look at her and due to the darkness surrounding the house, barely illuminated by a few streetlights and the warm glow that came from inside the house Emma had merely frowned and just greeted the woman with a whispered hi.
"You are Henry's birthmother?" The brunette, the gorgeous brunette a part of her had added, replied, approaching her with her hands in front of her, almost as if they were touching the air between Emma and herself.
"Hi" The blonde repeated, stronger this time.
It had been there when she had seen the way the brunette's eyes seemed to be slightly off, as if they looked at somewhere next but not quite where Emma was standing. It was almost imperceptible but Emma, being used to look at people's eyes to know if they were about to lie or not, noticed.
She had realized it then and she now, as the city line came closer and closer to her, wanted to scream at herself. It was one of those things that no one thought about until they were faced with it, she knew she should have seen it and instead…
She had completely made an ass of herself.
Emma turned the heating on, feeling how the chill from outside started to seep inside her old car through the poorly closed windows. When her eyes returned to the main road with the fresh memories still making herself want to make a hole and die a little the wolf appeared.
And then, black