Behind These Eyes
Can I just say, I fell in love with this show, when it was only 2 episodes premiered, I can't believe they killed the cop :'( He was HOT and they just went and kind of killed him.
So I wanted to turn the story and maybe have him live? Not telling yet.
Emma:
I was pumping my hands against his chest as sufficiently as possible without passing out. He had just died, there was no tell tale signs of heart attack stroke, there was no activity he had just died.
Was that actually possible?
I checked for breathing again, and heard nothing so I pressed my mouth against his scolded myself for the quick flutter of butterflies in my stomach and blew air into his lungs and kept pressing his chest.
No seizure, no slurred speech no rolling eyes, so he can't have had a sudden death from a stroke, he did clutch at his chest, but a heart attack the heart should still be beating right? You can't just die like that.
He was kissing me, was I poisonous, Henry hadn't warned me about THAT… No that was insane what was I thinking I'm not poisonous, Henry had said I'm the hero, not the killer, if I was the big hero, why was Graham dead on the floor?
It couldn't be… Regina. Could Henry have been right? Could Graham truly be the huntsman, does Regina have his heart? Did she just kill him.. BITCH!
I jumped up fury blinding me from what lay in front of me, looking down at the meek limp body of Graham, my stomach turned and I realised I needed to throw up. Why couldn't I have more control upon my body? I ran into the station bathroom and felt my stomach heave as I made it to the sink.
I should call the police. I decided they could do an autopsy and possibly come to a… I was the police. Sudden realisation hit me like a ton of bricks, I was the deputy, Graham was dead.. I think.. So that made me, I was now sheriff or I think that made me sheriff?
I picked up his body grunting under the wait and took his body out to the car, I opened the boot of the car and as guilt washed through me shut it again, I lied him down in my back seat, got in the front and took off. Only realising ten minutes I hadn't put my seat belt on.
At the town intersection I had to slam on the ankers as three cars rushed in the opposite direction. Tears streamed down my face and nausea coursed through me as I heard his body roll off the seat and hit the car floor. Seat belt Emma, I cursed myself to hell for forgetting.
Arriving I walked to the front door and threw my fist at it in rage.
"Regina, I need to talk to your sorry ass." I screeched. After waiting what seemed like a life time I threw my fist at the door a couple more times screaming her name.
Just as I was readying myself to Kick in the door Henry's head poked around it.
"Emma?" His innocent voice had me wrapping my arms around his body.
"Oh Henry, tell me your mums home?" I said trying not to let my anger show through.
"Yeah she is home. He's dead isn't he?" The shock of how sure Henry sounded had me stroking his hair.
"Yes." My voice broke and he looked at me with the innocence of a ten year old boy.
"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded moving him aside, walking through the foyer to see Regina just standing there glaring at me.