A/N: Chapter One has a trigger warning for describing an attempted suicide.
I felt a tremor in my hand as I clutch on to the glass in my hand and looked at the reflection of my face in the apple cider.
I didn't recognize the woman that was staring back at me.
She wasn't The Savior that everyone had claimed that she was or the woman who made the right decision all those years ago about her son.
She was only human.
I'm only human.
I had been trying to take back my son and I wasn't even doing a good job of that!
I gave him up hoping to give him a better life. How can I be anybody's savior if I couldn't even save my kid?
The small white oval pills were in the other hand and I knew that it was now or never. "Bottoms up, Emma." I whispered to myself.
At that moment, I realized that I was the way I should always be which was alone.
I didn't give it a second thought before the pills were being swallowed down with the golden liquid.
The timing had to be perfect and I had a gut feeling that I'd screw that up too.
I don't know how much time had passed from the moment I decided to have that first glass to this moment right here.
I knew I'd had more than enough necessary and to make sure of it, I drank at least half it.
I collapsed onto the floor of the apartment I shared with Mary Margaret and my vision was becoming blurry.
The door opened and there were two distinct footsteps that were so easily recognizable.
One pair was from the woman I was supposed to save August and the town from.
The other pair was from Henry. "Emma? Emma!" Regina's voice became frantic as she knelt beside me to examine me closer.
Henry yelled, "Mom, wake up! What's wrong with her?"
I didn't want Henry to see me like this.
Their voices were beginning to fade out and I did everything I could to focus my eyes on their faces for one last time.
I wanted to tell Henry that everything was going to be okay.
I breathed what I believed to be my final breath.
I'm not in any book. I'm a real person. And I'm no savior. I'm only human.