AN: First off, if you're waiting for me to update You Make my Heart Glow White, I promise, I will. I'm just having major writer's block…that has lasted 5 months. If there is anyone who has any opinions or ideas/ wants to discuss the general direction I'm trying to go, I'm down to talk about it.

Current story: I've never written a legit AU and the style I'm going to use is completely new to me, so I'm sorry if this fails. But I'm going to hope it doesn't.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this show.

She stumbles into the room of a building long since abandoned, except for the homeless. After a long night in her beat-up red pumps, jean mini-skirt, and a tank top too stained to still be called white, she attempts to walk straight to her friends – not that they would notice her staggering.

Her vision and mind are cloudy. She can't even remember the cause of it this time- or if she even knew the cause of it while she was doing it. She is only sort of aware of what is going on around her. She is aware of where she is. She is aware that she hasn't eaten in over a day and she should be hungry. She recently became aware of what day it was – her supposed sixteenth birthday. And most of all, she is aware of the fact that she wants to be aware of everything. She wants her mind to clear. She wants to get better, but whenever she tries, her body's need pulls her back under.

Her boyfriend calls her from across the room and she looks for his voice rather than his face. She realizes she had come to kneel on the floor in front of a couple heading quickly towards third base, with needles sprawled around them. Her hair is matted to the sweat on her forehead and she half-heartedly tries to brush it out of the way as she stands up.

"Baby, C'mere. Davy says we can, uh-" he licks the grime and god knows what else from his teeth while raising an eyebrow, "Arrange another form of payment for our – nutrition. He just needs to see you in the other room for awhile."

"Chase, I- I don't want to. I- I just want to go home."

"This is your home, baby," he laughs as he stumbles over to her to grab her arm.

"No! I don't want to," she tries to push him off of her. "I want to get better."

"Bullshit, you whore! What's your problem? Are you with someone else?" He yanks her around by her arm, whipping her head and making her long, blonde curls become matted with some sort of gunk- blood maybe- on the wall.

"No! No, I-"

"Of course you're not. No one else would want you."

"Look, Chase. I can do it this time. I can get better," she pleas.

"If that was right, you'd be with your mommy and daddy in your sell-out suburbia home. You thrive for this," he sneers as he shoves a bag of white powder in her face. "And you ain't freeloadin' here, so get your ass in there."

She begins crying, "No. I'm going to do it- I'm going home," she pulls away.

He throws her back on the ground. "Oh, yeah?" He kicks her in the stomach. "I'd like to see you try. I'm sure mommy and daddy would be so proud of their little whore."

She sits up and shoves him back with what little strength she has, "You know nothing. They will take me back!"

"Then why haven't you left yet?"

"Because- because-" her silent tears become audible moans.

"That's what I thought," he grabs her arm again, leading her to the dealer, "Now go pay our tab."

"Emma," she hears someone shout in the darkness.

"No! Please, no," she shouts back in response. They are shaking her now and so she tries to fight back. With her eyes still closed, her fist manages to come into contact with something hard.

"Bloody hell, Swan!"

She opens her eyes and can barely make out the figure, now that the fire has died down in this wretched Neverland, "Hook?"

"I couldn't sleep and you were crying in your sleep. I- I was just going to check on you. And then you knocked me one in the face."

"I'm so sorry," she instinctively reaches for his face, but stops short when she realizes what she's doing.

"Are you alright, love?"

Emma hesitates, "I will be- as soon as we get Henry back."

He is worried about the brokenness that the small reflection of light from the moon lets him see. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

He offers his hand and she takes it. Once he helps her up, she slips her hand away and into her pocket. They walk side by side, but never touch.

AN: What do you think? Reviews are highly appreciated!