The perfect potion
Why does she always do this to me?
Why?
It's not like I have ever done something bad to her but she still seems to punish me every time I am happy. The question is what for? For being happy? Is she really so amused when seeing me suffer? Does that satisfy her in some way?
I don't understand, mothers should be there to protect their children from getting hurt and not hurt them themselves. Somehow my mother doesn't understand that concept though.
It is really sad and often I am just desperate and don't know what to do. My father is the only one of my parents truly showing affection for me, but he still isn't capable to stand up for me against my mother. I always wonder how she has the power to have control about everybody and anybody. How is she able to always get what she wants and not even consider what it does to other people?
I figure the only way to escapee this hopeless life that would come for me would be to run away. Run away to another world. Run to a world in which it isn't Cora Mills who rules everybody. A world where she cannot find me and destroy my happiness in order to maintain power and control over me. It is sad indeed, that running from my family, leaving them behind is the only way to set myself free and at least have a chance to be happy or find peace. And with the cowardice I inherited from my father I was just waiting a long time for my mother to simply end our relationship and chase me away or worse for some disobedience, but that never came. So now it is time for me to set myself free, and though it hurts to leave my life behind, to leave my father behind, it is the only option I have. I have suffered too much to go on with this life. And my life doesn't matter anyways. The pain in my heart may be fading, but it is replaced by something worse. My heart is becoming numb. I am becoming numb. I am numb. In every possible way, nothing hits me anymore, neither emotional, nor physical, not when my father tries to be there for me and show me he loves me, but also not when my mother punishes me and makes me, her own daughter, pay when something doesn't go the way she planned it to go, be that in private or business matters.
And now, that I have finally managed to prepare the perfect potion to end this forever, I somehow feel an ache in my chest. In some way it is a good sign, because it shows that I am still human and I still have emotions, but it also shows me that I have to face dramatic situations like this to feel them, and that somehow can't be right. So it encourages me even more to do it. Drinking this potion might cause a lot of pain to my father, which really is the thing that bothers me the most, but sooner or later he will get over it.
One lonely tear rolls down Regina's cheek as she brings the potion to her lips and drinks it. While doing so she remembers every happy memory she has with her father. Four quiet words were the last ones those young lips should ever say: I am sorry, father.
Then she made her last breathes, till the poison paralyzed her complete body and her heart stopped beating.
There she lay now, on her bed, looking like an peacefully sleeping angle. And that she was, now. Peaceful. Very peaceful.
