Shh
Summary: Nightmares plagued Regina every night, forcing her to remember her painful past. Until now, she hadn't dreamt of her past for years so why is she now?
Chapter One:
A pained scream penetrated the air, alarming birds in the area and awaking a young boy. Said boy shot up from his bed in shock at being awoken from his slumber. He sleepily looked around his blue-themed room in confusion until his hearing adjusted to the now and he heard the on going screams again.
As quick as he could, he got out of his bed and followed the sound to the room across from his. His mother's room. He tried to open the white door, before realising it was locked. Panicked, he urgently pounded on the door with his small fists, yelling at the woman on the other side to open the door.
When he came to the conclusion that she either couldn't unlock it or didn't hear him over her own screaming, he ran back to his own room and grabbed his phone. He turned it on and squinted at the sudden brightness. Once his eyes had adjusted, he unlocked it and went straight to his contacts list.
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Much like the young boy, another person was awoken from her slumber on the other side of town. Though this woman was awoken by the sound of her phone ringing and the glare of the screen now lighting up the room.
She reached an arm out to reach for the phone that woke her. She sighed before pressing answer and putting it to her ear to see what was so urgent that she had to be dragged from her sleep of hot guys and fairytales.
"Mom! Mom, help! You have to come to Regina's house, right now, she's in trouble!" The second she heard her son's voice coming from the phone in a panicked tone, she was out of bed and putting on her clothes. "Henry, Henry, calm down and tell me what's going on," she ordered, holding her hand out in front of her even though she knew he couldn't see her.
She was putting on her well-known, red jacket when her son replied in a calmer tone, obviously having listened to her instructions. "It's my mom, Emma, she's screaming and yelling. She woke me up with it but I can't get in her room, the door's locked!" His voice had now become notably distressed as he asked for her help.
Now that she listened more intently, she realised he could hear the faint sound of screaming in the background of the phone call. She informed Henry she'd be there in five minutes maximum but to stay on the phone so he could update her on what was going on.
He readily agreed and remained on the phone with her as he listened to his mother's pained yells.
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Emma was running up the steps to the Mayor's mansion when she heard the sound of something smashing, not only through the phone but from her position on the porch. Henry yelped and she frantically told him where she was and to open the door.
She ended the call when she heard him running down the long stairs to the door.
The door swung open and she was greeted with the sight of her son, tears dripping down his face and his brow furrowed. She immediately hugged his smaller form and asked him to lead her to his other mother's room. He nodded as he began to tell her what had happened since he was woken up.
They stopped outside the door of Regina's room and stared at each other. She took a step forward and tried the handle before remembering it was locked. "Why is nothing ever easy, anymore?" She asked, more to herself than Henry. He chuckled a bit, even with the situation, at his biological mother's humour.
When they looked back at the door, they suddenly realised that the house was silent. They stared in horror at the door, wondering whether they should go in or not.
Emma took her gun out of its holster, moved Henry behind her, and with a count of three in her head, she kicked the door open.
As she moved in, the first thing she saw was the disappearing shadow of an unusual, large creature. She stared in shock at where it had once stood. She hadn't gotten a good look at it because it was already almost gone when she entered the room, but it still scared the hell out of her.
Snapping out of her shock, she looked away from where the thing had been, and looked at the bed it had stood by. On the bed sat a disheveled woman. Her hair hung down in her face and she had her knees draw in to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them.
Her eyes stared unseeing in front of her, seemingly at the bed she sat on, but not. She looked to be in another world, a world where only pain existed and everyone had their own traumas.
Scanning the room, she saw the thing that had previously smashed. It was a glass vase. The flowers and water now littered the wooden floor.
She turned to Henry and told him to stay put, not only so he didn't cut his feet, but because she didn't want him to see Regina in the state she was in.
He lingered outside the door, watching as she slowly walked forward to the now rocking woman.
Glass crunched beneath her feet as she stopped next to the bed and tentatively reached out a hand to place on her shoulder.
When she was millimeters away from contact with the brunette, said brunette's hand reached out and grabbed her own.
Her arm tensed as it was taken ahold of, and she weakly tried to pull away. Regina turned to look at her with her unseeing eyes. When their eyes locked, they stared at each other in a tense silence for a moment before Regina lashed out like a rabid dog. She wore a snarl on her face and her eyes showed barely with held fury as her free hand reached up and clamped around Emma's throat.
She was pinned against the wall with force and from the corner of her eye, she saw Henry rush into the room. She quickly held out her hand to signal him to stay where he was and not come any closer just in case Regina hurt him too.
She moved her eyes back to her attacker's own eyes and she waited with baited breath for her to say something, anything.
When it seemed like she wasn't going to, Emma went to move a hand up to try and remove Regina's from her throat which would surely bruise in the morning.
"What do you continue to torture me? To cause me unbearable pain?" Regina whispered, her voice breaking half way through the sentence. Emma's eyes moved over to Henry in confusion, but he seemed just as dumbfounded. "Regina?" Emma asked, looking into her eyes for some semblance of the woman she had just begun to befriend. The woman didn't reply, only continue to speak to some imaginary enemy that, for once, wasn't Emma, "why am I never enough? I tried to be your perfect, but I never will be, will I, mother? I'll never be your perfect girl, you'll never love me for who I am..." She trailed off at the end as her face went from angry to distraught in seconds.
Now looking a little bit more focused, she stared into Emma's eyes and looked conflicted. She seemed to make her mind up on something and whispered as she placed her finger to her lips, "shh, they'll hear you... Emma."
Her hand slipped from the sheriff's throat and she took a few steps back before ultimately collapsing on the wooden floor of her bedroom.
Both Henry and Emma stared at her as she slipped into what was hopefully a peaceful slumber. They turned to look at each other instead in shock and confusion at the, now, early morning's events. "What the hell just happened, kid?!" The blonde asked her son in disbelief.
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A/N: So, this is what my sleep deprived mind came up with while listening to heavy metal and drinking an energy drink at 3-4am. Next time I'll stay away from the Monster.
Tell me what you think, whether I should continue or not, if you even liked it, actually. Lol. I'm going to sleep now.