A/N: First OUAT fic. Angsty – trigger warning. Reviews are appreciated.
Pitch black. Not a light on in the house.
Thick droplets of rain crashed against the windows of Regina's manor. After grabbing a glass of cider from the kitchen, she curled herself against her bedroom window and watched as each droplet splashed against the glass. She reached out her hand and traced small patterns, following the path of water as it snaked down the length of the window before disappearing. Her red nails tapped softly against the window, creating a sad melody.
Regina lifted the glass to her dark painted lips and closed her eyes as the hot liquid poured down her throat. A beat – and then, lightening lit up the sky and her room. Her face. Almost a silhouette, her cheeks stained with tears. Her face hot. Her eyes red from crying.
For the countless time, Henry was out with Emma. His mother. He didn't even ask her anymore, just stormed out when he felt like it, leaving her alone for days at a time. At first, she fought, using her Mayoral powers to find him; but it was no longer any use. He escaped time and time again, and Regina was tired of fighting.
Emma had taken everything left she had to love. It hit her like a ton of bricks – Regina Mills was utterly alone in the world.
She pulled her legs into her chest and rested her face against her knees, letting out a long, silent sob. She hiccupped softly. Regina wiped the tears away from her eyes and stood up slowly, stumbling in the dark. She felt her way toward the bathroom and clicked the light. She shuffled toward the mirror and looked deep into her own eyes. Where there once was color had now turned a dull grey. Thick stains of eyeliner and mascara were smudged across her cheeks. Her lips were plump and swollen.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
Regina punched forward, smashing the mirror with her bare knuckles. Shattered glass flew across the room, falling into the sink and onto the floor. Blood poured from her knuckle and several jagged pieces were lodged in her skin. She stared at the deep red liquid, watching as droplets pooled on top of her skin and dripped down her arm. She was entranced.
Regina pulled one of the shards out in one quick motion, watching as more blood sprinkled from the wound. Her head spun, lightheaded. She stumbled slightly back into her bedroom. The mixture of darkness and the blur that was clouding her gaze made it difficult to find her way across the room. She gripped the curtain around her window and slid down the wall, falling into a heap on the carpet. The room was spinning and the tangy smell of blood was intoxicating her senses.
She suddenly felt very, very tired.
Of this town. Of this world. Of living.
She closed her eyes and slowly slipped out of consciousness.