My heart belongs to you. Not that you care. But it does.

I repeat the words in my brain over and over and I can feel myself getting more furious with every word that burns into my soul. If I had a soul.

I wish I had the courage to tell you in person. I wish I was brave like you.

I scoff. Anger seeps through my breathing. How dare you? How dare you say those words as if they are meaningless? Throughout my time in the Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke I have been through hell and back. But no one, no one, has ever had the audacity to hurt me with words like you have.

From the moment I lay eyes on you, I knew. I knew it was you.

There's an ache in my heart. Well, there would be an ache in my heart if I actually had a heart. I don't. Not anymore. Whatever is left of my heart is scattered into a million pieces. Nothing but specs of dust on a concrete floor.

I am sorry for hurting you. I am sorry that you hurt me.

This isn't hurt. This is gut wrenching, goddamn utter torture. Hurt is an understatement. I wish I was hurt. I wish I could feel the hurt because it meant I could feel something. I feel nothing. I experience emotions, but they do not register like they used to.

I wish things were different. I wish you would have let me love you.

I want to reach out to you and slap you across the face. But I can't move. Perhaps it's for the best. Slapping you would achieve nothing. We've already been there.

Regina.

What? Why is your voice quivering? What do you want from me? Just leave me alone.

Please.

You had no right. No right whatsoever. I am so incredible mad at you. I want to open my mouth and scream at you. I want to hear it. I want to feel it. But there is nothing. No words. No sounds. Nothing but silence.

Even like this, you are beautiful.

Shut up. I don't want to hear another word. I never want to hear your voice again.

Tell me what to do.

Leave. Get out of here and never return, like you were supposed to in the first place. What gave you the right to stay? Why did you have to defy me like this? I am powerful. I speak and people crumble. But not you. Why?

I am lost without you.

Good. You deserve to be.

I miss you.

Remove your hand from mine this instant. Remove your tears from my hand. I have no need for them. They are useless. You do not get to miss me. Because I am right here and I am furious at you.

It should have been me.

Finally. Yes. Yes, it should have been you. Why isn't it you? Why is it that every time I try to achieve something in the name of good I end up like this? You are no savior. You are the destroyer. You bring nothing but destruction. Everything that was good in my life is gone.

Henry refuses to speak to me.

Well. That was the goal from the beginning wasn't it? He had no right to look for you. You should have never opened that door. Curse the fairies for giving you one last wish. You didn't deserve a wish. You didn't deserve my son.

Mary Margaret hasn't left her bed in four days.

Wonderful. I do not care. Like mother, like daughter. Lock her up before she comes read to me. If I ever hear that voice again I will rip out her heart faster than she can call out for her precious Prince Charming.

She feels responsible.

Good. She is. If it wasn't for her, you would have never been born. Life was simple without you. Why did you have to make it so complicated? Why? Please shut your mouth. Leave me be. Flip the switch and let me go.

It was my fault.

Yes. We have established this. How many times do you need to repeat it? Why are you still here? Why won't you listen to me? Just for once in your goddamn life open your ears and hear me. Listen to me. Hear my words for the truth that they are. I am not lying. I am not silent. Just listen.

I don't even know if you can hear me.

For crying out loud.

I think you would be furious.

Why the hell are you chuckling? Do you think this is funny? What in the world is funny about this situation? Why must you torture me?

Did you know?

Know what? Honestly. Stop speaking in riddles. What is that noise? I cannot hear you with all these noises. Not that I want to hear your voice. Do not ever forget. I am furious at you.

Breathe Regina.

You do not get to give me orders. I will breathe as I see fit. Breathing hurts. If I could feel. It would hurt. Perhaps that was your intent all along. To hurt me. Congratulations, you have succeeded.

Please.

I am trying. Why won't you listen to me. I am shouting at the world. Just listen.

I am not ready to lose you.

Let's get one thing straight. You never had me. You will never have me. I do not know why you feel the need to share your deepest and darkest secrets with me, but I do not want to hear them. Just leave. Leave me alone. It is all I ever wanted from you.

Gold refuses to help me. I tried to make a deal with him.

Ha. That imp is useless. If you have not figured that out by now, you will never. I thought you were smarter than that. There is nothing anyone can do. You have ruined me.

Maybe if I had found you sooner.

Maybe if you had found me sooner I would have been able to strangle you. Watch the life slip away from that porcelain face. It would have given me immense pleasure.

I am trying Regina.

Trying? You're trying? You are succeeding. You are succeeding in annoying me. You are succeeding in nurturing my hate for you. What do you mean you are trying. There never was 'try' with you. You set your own course and all be damned that got in your way. I tried to stay out of your way. No one is to blame for this but you. It is all you. It has always been you. You should have stayed in Boston. I should have killed your precious Snow. I should have never cast that curse. None of this would have happened if I hadn't cast that curse. Wait.

Do you want to hear some music?

No. You will probably torture me with the likes of some indie band. Please, spare me your silly love songs. Spare me the heartbroken sob stories of lovers torn apart by faith. Spare me. Leave me. Get out of here.

Maybe I should read to you.

Don't you dare. Don't you dare open that mouth and read to me. I am not Prince Charming. I won't wake up because some melodious voice seeps through my veins. Don't even try.

You would probably kill me.

Yes. Good. You are finally listening. You will not read to me and you will not play music. You will remove your fingers from my face and you will get up and walk out of here. You will go home to my son and you will take care of him. You finally get what you wanted all along. I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being.

I want to take a picture of you. Your hair looks silly.

Honestly. It warms my heart to know that the state of my hair amuses you. If I had a heart. Which I don't. Thanks to you. Did you forget about that little tidbit? Did you forget how my heart was ripped out? Not by the force of someone's hand, but by you? With words? Has no one ever taught you not to speak to your Queen like that? Have you no respect for authority? I don't understand people like you. I don't want to understand people like you.

Henry is here. I will be back later. I'll bring a book or something.

If I could sigh, I would. I am sighing at you, extensively. Insert an eye roll into the equation as well.

Hi mom.

Henry. Thank you for getting rid of that, forgive my lack of wording, bimbo.

Ehm. How are you?

Fantastic. I am having the time of my life. Come lay down with me. Bring me comfort Henry. Love me. It is all I ever wanted from you. For you to love me. Please. Don't be afraid of me. Please. Just love me.

You don't look so good.

Thank you my boy. I love you too. You sound just like her. Please, go ahead and ridicule my hair as well.

I've been staying with Grandma and Grandpa.

You must be having the time of your life.

I miss you.

Thank you. I miss you too, but I am right here. All you need to do is listen.

I am mad at Emma. This was all her fault. I'm glad she's not been home.

Where has she been? Wait. I don't care. I hope she is miserable. Stay mad at her. Let if fuel your heart. Well. To a certain point. Don't become like your mother. I tried hard not to become like mine and failed utterly. I wouldn't wish that same faith on you.

Doctor Whale says you're in a coma.

Well. Give the man an award. I could have told you that. My body may be in a coma, but I am right here. I'm listening. Taking notes. I will get my revenge. As soon as I regain control over my body I will show you all who's boss.

I'm sorry you got hurt Mom.

Oh Henry. You are not to blame. It's your birth mother. I would spit out those words if I could. Emma Swan. The savior. Give me a break. That woman has been nothing but a pain in my ass from the day she set foot in Storybrooke.

Will True Love's Kiss wake you up?

Ha. True Love? Oh sweetheart. There is no such thing. Who would ever love the Evil Queen? I am not even sure if you love me. I think you don't. That hurts the most of all. Well. I'm registering the emotion. I am not hurt. I cannot be hurt. I am broken, incompletely. Something is missing. You wouldn't understand. I am not even sure I understand it myself. But no. True Love's Kiss will not wake up your mother, thank you very much.

I think Grandma wants to come visit you, but she is scared.

Do. Not. Let. That. Woman. Visit. Me. Whatever it takes Henry. Be a brave boy and keep that woman where she is. I cannot deal with her self-loathing. My precious stepdaughter. I think I once loved her. But not anymore. She destroyed me, just like her daughter. She hurt me when I could still be hurt. It was the last thing I had ever expected of her.

I punched a boy at school.

Of course you did. You have turned into quite a rebel ever since she came to town. I take it she doesn't know. Why did you punch a boy? Did it feel good? I hope so. Do not do it again. You are better than that. You are grounded.

Grandpa said I could only be in here for a short while. He says you must be very tired.

Well, who would have taught the not-so-much prince would be the most sensible in this situation? I am tired. But I am never too tired for you. Make sure you tell him that.

I think Emma is back. I should go before she wants to speak to me.

Okay. I actually understand. Stay safe my boy. Kick Emma on your way out, please.

I love you Mom.

Do you? I love you too. With all my heart. If I had one.

Hi.

Good grief. You're back. To what do I owe the pleasure?

How is Henry?

Really? Miss Swan. You should know better than that. I am in a coma. You are not listening to me. Why the hell should I indulge you with an answer if you do not listen?

I am tired.

Poor you. Please tell me more of your suffering. I cannot wait to hear more. Go ahead. You are insufferable. Insensitive. You do not care the tiniest bit about my needs and wants. If you did, you would not be here whining to me about how you are tired. Please. Give me a break.

I wish you would just yell at me. I know you want to.

What is it that Henry says all the time? Duh? Duh, Miss Swan. Big fucking duh to you.

I brought a book.

Don't you dare. I will rip your heart out. I will strangle you with my bare hands.

"Chapter 1. In which we are introduced to Winnie-the-Pooh and some Bees, and the stories begin."

You have got to be kidding me. You are going to read Winnie-the-Pooh to me? Am I a child? I am the Evil Queen. People wrote stories about me. Stop insulting me.

"Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin."

Miss Swan. Stop this instantly. I am not a child. I don't give a rat's ass what happens to Christopher Robins and his silly obsession with a bear. Why won't you listen to me?

"It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it."

Perhaps Christopher Robin should use that brain of his and carry the fucking bear like a normal person would.

"And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh."

Thank you Mr. Milne for that wonderful introduction. Fuck you Emma, for reading me a child's story.

"When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, 'But I thought he was a boy?'

Boys can have girl's names. Girls can have boy's names. You should have been in the Enchanted Forest. No one gave a crap about that sort of thing. Boys could have vagina's and girls could have penises. It's how the world should work. I don't know why it is so complicated for some people.

"Ah, yes, now I do,' I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it's all the explanation you are going to get."

Did you skip part of the story? That makes no sense. Honestly, Miss Swan, you can't even read a story like it is supposed to be read. You are useless.

"Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening-"

Yes. Yes. 'What about a story?' said Christopher Robin'. I know the story Miss Swan. I read this to the boy you gave up at birth every night before he went to sleep. Remember that little fact? That you gave up your son and I adopted him? You signed away any right you had to him? And then you screwed it all up? You fucked me over, Miss Swan and I resent you for it.

"I'll try,' I said. So I tried."

I would scoff. You tried alright. The author tried. At least he succeeded, whereas you are nothing but a screw-up and a pain in my ass.

Maybe I should read a different book to you. You are not a child after all.

Well, hurray! You have finally figured it out, have you? One point to Miss Swan. I wish I had the strength to send you home. How I would love to see the look on your face as I transported you right into a pond. Would you be shocked? Or would you laugh because it meant you got interaction? Have you tried your magic yet? We all know it runs through your veins. A product of true love. Ha. You were doomed from the beginning. You were never a person. You were nothing but a product. It hurts, doesn't it?

Regina?

What? What could you possible want from me?

I am sorry for what I said in the car to you. I didn't mean it.

Oh but you did, Miss Swan. You meant every word. That much was obvious. You had no right to say such a thing to me. You have no idea how much it hurt to hear you say that. If I would have a heart. Because according to you I am .. what is it you said? 'Incapable of love. Incapable of getting hurt. Heartless.' I was not heartless. Not until those words spilled from your mouth. Not until that car crashed into mine and send me flying. Hurray for flimsy seat belts. Did you get hurt? What on earth were you thinking? I don't care if you got hurt. You're obviously still walking and talking.

I know you are not heartless. I was just angry.

Well. There is always truth in anger. You should know that. You have been angry your entire life. You took it out on me and I want to slit your throat for uttering those words to me when I was at my most vulnerable. I don't do vulnerable. If I ever wake up from this I will rip out my heart myself and feed it to the wolves. I don't need it anymore. Wait. I forgot. I don't have a heart.

Regina? You are crying.

I am not. People in coma's don't cry. Do they? I am not crying. I haven't cried since Daniel was murdered by my mother, thanks to your mother. Regina Mills, the Evil Queen, does not cry, thank you very much. Remove your thumb from my face. I don't need your pity.

Doctor Whale says you can still wake up.

Well Doctor Whale can suck it. I am not waking up. If I would I would have to bring my wrath down on all of you and I am too tired to do that. I am tired of fighting. I am tired of showing everyone that there is more to me than just the Evil Queen. I thought you would understand that of all people. But I was wrong. I will not ever be wrong again.

I hate you.

There we go. That didn't take too long. Are we about to have a heart-to-heart? Well. You probably are. You're not listening to me so I can't have a heart-t0-heart with you. Because I have no heart.

No. I'm sorry. I don't hate you.

Make up your goddamn mind.

I wasn't ready.

Yes, I gathered that much. You weren't ready and now I am in a coma. Thank you dear. I will be forever in your debt, my gratitude is through the roof. Let's swap places, shall we? We'll go out for a drive and you will pour out your heart to me, like you have never done before. Because it only ended up hurting you in the past. But for one fleeting moment you decide to take a chance. You decide to believe in good. And when you tell me that you love me with the utmost sincerity in your eyes, I will laugh and tell you that you are not capable of loving another person. I will tell you that you are heartless. And when you ask me not to hurt you like that, I will laugh louder. I will laugh and the last words I will say to you will be; 'You are not capable if getting hurt, you would have to have a heart to be able to get hurt.' And then a car will crash into you from behind, because you are just too flabbergasted to drive when the light turns green, and you will fly through the window shield and I will be safely tucked because my seat belt won't give out. You will be in a coma and I will come torture you with words. Let's swap.

I kissed you.

Yes. You kissed me. It happened. You kissed me and all felt right in the world. Your lips landed on mine and it was electric. You kissed me and I pushed you away. I am well aware of that. You kissed me and I felt happy, content and loved and it frightened me. So I pushed you away. And when I was ready you pushed me away. Except, you did a whole lot more than simply push me away. You scattered my heart into a million pieces. You hurt me.

It wasn't your fault.

I know that. Listen to me.

I wish I could start over.

Well. Where would you like to start? In the Enchanted Forest? Let's start there. I don't cast the curse. I forgive your mother. All is right in the world. You grow up a lovely young girl. Then what? We fall in love? The precious daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming falls in love with Evil Queen? Life doesn't work that way sweetheart. Dear. Emma. Miss Swan. I am tired. Please. Go away. Let me sleep, forever.

I won't give up on you.

You already did. You gave up on me the moment I opened up to you.

I'm sorry for hurting you Regina. Maybe I should go.

I thought you weren't going to give up. Make up your goddamn mind.

Do you want me to go Regina?

Listen to me Emma. For once in your life hear me. "Stay."

A/N: One shot, possible a two-shot? Let me know!