Okay so this is my first ever fan fiction, so please just say if I've done it wrong, I hope you like it! And please forgive any spelling mistakes! I'm trying!

Love!

C.M

P.S. yes i know its short, i promise if (when?) i do the next chapter to make it MUCH longer!

Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Once Upon A time. It is a sad fact which I mourn daily


Broken Swan

Emma was angry, angrier than what she had been in a long time, angry at Gold for taking the true love potion, angry at Regina for so many reasons she didn't even know where to begin, hell she was even angry at Henry for eating the damn Turn over when he knew what it was.

But all of this anger and so much more boiled down and focused itself on two people. Mary Margaret and David Nolan; Snow white and Prince Charming, she hadn't realized this of course till the moment she sore them in the street, a small group of people celebrating and laughing.

"Now we find our daughter." Those words, they were enough to break her heart for the millionth time, all those years of searching, countless nights awake wondering, and here they were.

"So it's true." She somehow managed to say the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

They turned gasping as they finally saw their daughter, who in their minds had only just been born, grown into a strong beautiful woman.

Emma looked deep into the eyes of Mary, her roommate, her best friend… her mother. She didn't have the strength to hold up the walls she had taken so long to build, instead she let them crumble as her parents finally held her. "You found us."

After all these years she had found them.

After all those years…

All those years… Her entire life seemed to flicker through her mind like the flame of a candle, foster home after foster home, angry stranger after angry stranger, being passed around like a crappy Christmas present, living all alone for all those years, moving from one place to the next never anyone to love, and all because they sent her through a wardrobe. And then a new image came to her mind, one where she hadn't been sent through, one where she had been cursed and in all honesty that picture was a lot prettier than the others.

Emma pulled away ignoring the hurt that crossed their faces. "Emma?" whispered Mary… no not Mary Margaret she was Snow White. Snow White held a confidence her friend didn't, she could see that in the way she was standing, but they had the same love, the same compassion and right now Mary's eyes held so much of the two emotions it physically hurt Emma to look at them.

"I can't… I'm sorry I just can't." Without thinking she turned around and ran, her entire life playing out over and over again like a song stuck on repeat, constantly showing her worst moments, her mistakes, the people who had hurt her, the innocence she had lost, the things she had done simply to survive again and again.

Snow clung on to Charming watching as her daughter; her all grown up daughter, did the thing she had done all her life; run.