Hello again.:) First of all, thank you so much for favorite's and follows from my last fic. It seriously brightened my day. This is another song fic that I have had in mind for a while now. I'm thinking about adding another chapter to this one; maybe set a year later with Emma having the dream again, but this time Snow comforts her….let me know what you think on that. Anyway, I again do not own OUAT. If I did that would be the coolest thing ever, but I sadly don't. I also do not own the song (Moved By Mercy by Matthew West) though I do encourage you to look it up before reading this. Song lyrics are in bold italic and dream is in italic. As always PLEASE review. Maybe I missed something in the grammar aspect or maybe I need to do something to make my stories better. Or you could just leave your thoughts, whatever floats your boat.:) Enjoy!
The young blond ducked into an ally. Emma was nearly out of breath trying to catch her, but no matter how fast she ran, the girl walked on and eluded her. Emma still ran after the young woman…but she didn't move at all. It was like a treadmill was under her feet. She was stuck in place as the girl stopped outside of a warehouse.
"No", thought Emma. "This isn't right! Come back!."
She wanted to scream at the girl to run and never look back. Tell her that if she continued on her journey she would lose everything she loved. But the words wouldn't come; Emma could just stand and watch.
Hot angry tears rolled down Emma's cheeks as a policeman came out from his hiding place. She watched the confrontation between the two, knowing the exact words that were being said. Her tears came faster as she looked at her younger self's face. The face of pain, betrayal, and heartache.
"Where are the watches?" the cop asked her.
"Gone. They're…gone." The younger woman's voice cracked as she spoke. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"No, no, no, NO! You should have run!" Emma screamed at the girl. She fell to her knees sobbing. As the police cruiser pulled away, Emma's cries quieted.
"Why didn't I run?" she whispered.
She said I keep having the same dream
Close my eyes and I'm chasing a younger me
Try to wrap my arms around her
Shield her from the hell that found her
But I'm always just a little too late
I see the tears falling down her face
How come no one protected, the little girl that the world rejected?
Oh, where do you go
When you can't go back
Can't change the past?
Emma jolted upright in her bed. Sweat covered her body; the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing. Her pillow was damp where her tears had fallen. It had been this way for the past 11 years. Every year, on this night, she would have the same nightmare. Every year she would relive that horrible memory…the moment when she realized that you couldn't trust anyone…..even the people that you love most.
And she cries in the middle of the night
Take me far away now
From this broken place now
Somewhere they can't hurt me
I wanna be moved by mercy
Emma sighed in defeat; she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. So she curled into a ball on her bed and let the remaining tears fall. She let all the pain and sorrow leave her body through the flood in her eyes. After all this time, she thought she was over Neal's betrayal. But the same nightmare woke her every year on the date she was arrested.
A soft knock on Emma's door brought her back to reality. She quickly wiped away the remaining tears and sat up.
"Emma?" Mary Margaret's soft voice entered Emma's bedroom, followed by her face peaking around the cracked open door. "Is everything alright? I thought I heard you talking and…..I heard crying?"
Emma stared back at her roommate. She hated to share her problems with someone she had only come to know for the past two months. Even though the two of the had become close, Emma didn't want to risk their friendship over her messed up life. Everyone in Emma's life had rejected her; if Mary Marguarate knew the truth about her past, why wouldn't she drop Emma? No, this wasn't a risk that she was going to take.
"Uhh, yea. Sometimes I talk in my sleep…." Emma trailed off. She avoided Mary Margaret's eyes, instead choosing to stare at the spinning fan above her.
The brunette hesitated. She new that Emma had a difficult past. Even before Emma told her that she grew up in the system, she saw the thick wall that guarded her. While she normally wouldn't pry, tonight was different. The tear streaks on her face, the refusing of eye contact, the slight tremble in her hands. She had never seen her roommate so broken.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she offered.
"No I'm fine." Emma answered quickly. It was a lie that she had years to perfect, and could speak it without an ounce of guilt. Right now she felt guilty for voicing the lie, like she shouldn't be hiding anything from her roommate. Deep down, for some very odd reason, she wanted to open up to this woman standing in front of her. She wanted to tell her about…everything. The foster parents that abused her, the school teachers that said she would never amount to anything. And about Neal…what he had done. She wanted to tell Mary Margaret about every time she was angry or hurt. But to let her walls down? To let someone…..care? She didn't want to appear weak.
"I really am fine", Emma forced a smile on her face. "Guess it must have been from that bearclaw I ate. Should've known not to eat sugar before bed."
The brunette smiled in return, even though she saw right through the lie. She couldn't deny her curiosity of what was bothering the blonde. She wanted to help Emma, she truly did. She couldn't stand to see her friend suffer in silence, but she knew that Emma would come to her and open up when she felt ready. And Mary Margaret would be right there to support her when she did.
"Ok, I'll let you sleep." she replied. The relief on Emma's face was clear. Mary Margaret gave her another small, comforting smile as she walked out the door. She turned back before fully closing it.
"But Emma? You do know that you can talk to me whenever you need to, ok?"
Emma sat back up on her elbows. She stared into her friends eyes, searching. Knowing when people lied was a nice little trick she had come to master over the years. Nearly three decades of fending for herself and learning the hard way not to trust people had taught her a lot. But right now, staring into Mary's eyes…she saw truth. Genuine honesty.
"Yea.", Emma replied softly. "I do."
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