Warning: Major Character Death, Somewhat cutting, Panic Attack, Suicide, NOT A HAPPY ENDING
People: Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Cristina Yang, Joe (Grey's Anatomy), Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time)
I do not own the story nor the people in it. This story is mainly from Snow/Mary Margaret's POV, her telling the story. Her comments are italicised. This story is based on the movie Lost and Delirious and contains major spoilers for it. There is some third person, as Mary could not have known everything that happened. References to three Shakespearean plays, Anthony and Cleopatra, Twelfth Night, and MacBeth.
I sat in the back seat of my father's car. I watched as the fields of nothing rolled by, driving me closer and closer to my new school. My father tried to catch my eye through the mirror, but I was in no mood for his pleading. Looking over at my stepmother I watched her apply lipstick, happy as can be.
Even then I had a bad feeling. I felt like a grey mouse heading right for the mouth of a cat. There was nothing, nothing, I could do to about it.
I saw stepmother reach over and stroke the back of father's head, something my mother used to do. My mother died three years, and at this point in time I was starting to forget what she looked like. I held onto her small compact, for some reason I could always see her in that small thing. It was the makeup she used to wear all the time, I can still smell it on her.
We pulled up to the school, the boarding school, something that would never happen if my mother was still alive. I saw the other girls, in the same outfit I was wearing, running around. None of them stood out at that point in time, but that would all change soon enough.
The red jackets and red skirts, black boots with socks, red ties over a white shirt, all the same, were enough to make me forget about making friends.
I can still feel the fire in my gut, the anger I felt towards my father as he gave me a hug, leaving me there to fend for myself.
I walked slowly towards the large white gazebo where a lot of girls were talking.
"It does get easier, I promise," my new teacher, Miss Yang, said.
"I'm fine, really," I lied through my teeth, offering a small smile to her.
Her small smile told me she knew I was lying, but she didn't call me out on it.
"I want to introduce you to someone fantastic," she said, turning towards the gazebo she yelled "Regina!"
I watched as a girl turned, obviously hearing her name.
"Just a minute," she yelled back, handing her cup to another girl who was standing there before coming over to us.
I followed close behind Regina as we went up stairs. I can't remember what she was talking about, food or something of that sort. I stopped at the first floor, looking into the common room. A statue of a mother and a child sat there. It called to me, I wanted to go to it, but Regina's steps on the staircase drew me back into reality.
I was panting by the time we were halfway up the stairs.
"We can get away with anything up here, I mean anything," Regina laughed.
She looked at me, her dark brown eyes taking in my state, "wow you're so out of shape. You'll come jogging with us. You'll have a stroke before you're twenty," she giggles.
We finally made it to a landing, I dropped my bag.
"These are the bathrooms and the showers," she said, pointing into the room before going up more stairs.
I groaned, picking up my bag and following.
"What did you say your name was?" she questioned.
"Well most people just call me Snow," I whispered.
"Snow?"
"My dad's always called me that."
"Really? How come?"
I guess my look was enough of an answer.
"My father used to call me princess, made me barf," she laughed again.
"Better than Snow."
"Ta-Da!" she yelled out, opening the last door.
"Mine is the messy one, of course. I can't really help it. It's like getting back at my mother or something," she shrugged.
I took in the room. At one end with a window with a window seat, near it a bed. That bed was made, above it posters and some quote written in black on the bare wall. It is pushed into the corner, walls on two sides of it. The next bed in in the middle of the room, clothes spread out all over it.
"That's Emma's, this is mine and…" she walked over to the other side of the room.
There was a clean bed, a few clothes hanging from place to place, out to dry I assumed.
"Sorry, this is yours," Regina stated, taking the few clothes back to her bed.
I nodded, going to my new bed and opening my suitcase. I stopped when I felt her eyes on me. I looked at her, taking her in.
She had a darker complexion than most, she must been Spanish or something I settled on. Her lips were a red color, furthering my idea of Spanish. I finally settled on her eyes, they are a beautiful light shade of brown. They reminded me of the dirt in the spring, warm and inviting.
She sat, her legs wide open and her hands in her lap so she wouldn't show off anything. She gave me a huge smile. I offered a small one in return.
"Hey," she whispered, grabbing my attention.
"Look, I know it's weird at first, but now this is much more home to me than home. Like that lost boys in Peter Pan, expect we're the lost girls. Lost and delirious," she grined.
I offered nothing back.
She nodded, looking me up and down, "so when you're finished up here come party with us, 'kay?"
She didn't wait for an answer, she probably already knew I wasn't going to give one. I turned and put my clothes away, setting out a few object I brought from home. A stuffed toy and such, trying to make that place feel like home.
I walked down the stairs, to the first floor common room. This time I walked into the room, eyes on the statue once again. My hand moved on it's own, touching the woman's head and running down her face, then to the baby, tenderly touching. I smiled, sitting down on the small couch to take in it's beauty.
"Wanna smoke?"
I jumped, yelping in surprise at the blonde who just appeared from behind the chair opposite me. She grinned at me, taking a puff of her smoke.
"Did I scare ya?" she asked.
I didn't answer, sitting up to take her in.
Blonde hair, green eyes and a huge grin were all I got.
"You got new girl written all over you don't ca?" she questioned.
I just looked down.
"Like a fresh new lamb," she continued, "what are you thirteen? Fourteen? Some kind of brainiac, skip a few grades?"
The smirk never left her face as she come over to me, her smoke hanging out of her mouth and a radio in her hand. She set her radio on the ground, thrusting her hand out to me and taking her smoke out of her mouth with the other.
"I'm Emma," she let smoke out of her mouth, "Swan."
I took the hand, looking up, "Mary Margaret. Snow really, they call me."
I looked down to the ground, my new favorite spot.
She chuckled, sitting down, "I'd rather call you shithead than Snow."
She took a drag of her smoke, looking at me, "so you room with me and Regina huh?"
"Yeah, that's what Miss Yang said"
"Well I guess she didn't like us up there all by our lonesome," she grinned.
I looked at her, saw her smile leave.
"I've never been to a boarding school before," I admitted.
"Well," she punched my shoulder, "now you're one of the lost girls," she grinned, "welcome to the club."
I looked back at the floor.
"Come on," she took out a flask from her jacket, "help me spike the punch."
Her smile was so huge, her dimples even showing, I couldn't help but smile back.
"Let's kick this party off it's butt! Rage more," she got up, grabbing the radio and putting her smoke in a fancy bottle on the table.
"Rage more," I whispered, pulling up my skirt a bit and following her.
I followed Emma out to the gazebo. I saw Regina sitting there talking to a few of her friends. I watched as a few boys rode up to the gazebo, talking to Regina and her friends.
"Hey girls," the tallest one said, getting off his bike.
"Can we crash your tea party?" he questioned.
"Go away!" Regina laughed, "God my brother is so annoying!"
I was close enough to hear a girl next to her say, "but he's cute though!"
Regina was about to say something, but Emma announced her presence before she could.
"Hey boys can't you read the sign? No dickheads allowed!" she yelled, not even looking at them.
"Fuck she's special," one of the three said with a laugh.
I followed Emma to the mall table where punch was. She set her radio down, looking for teachers before she took the flask and poured it into the punch. She gave me a cup of it. I sniffed my cup and put it on the table, no way was I about to drink something that tastes like pee.
"Now I really want some tea!" one of the boys say.
"Can the dickheads have some tea please?" another yells.
The boys laughed. Emma downed her cup of punch, putting a tape into the radio and pushing play.
Music burst from the small radio, stopping everybody. I watched Emma grab Regina's hands, whispering something in her ear and pulling her to the middle of the gazebo.
"Are you ready to party?" she screamed.
She pulled Regina closer and the started dancing. Girls all over stopped what they were doing and started dancing. It wasn't long before a girl pulling me into a dance.
I was vaguely aware of the teachers rushing over to the gazebo and making the boys leave. They didn't make us turn off the music or anything.
"It would seem that Emma spiked the punch," Miss Yang says to the teacher next to her.
"Shall we pretend we don't know?" the other teacher questions.
"That wouldn't be very good teacher-ing now would it be? Miss Smith."
Miss Yang and Miss Smith lifted up the bowl, threw it to the side of the gazebo. I saw them start dancing to the side of me and the girl who pulled me into a dance.
Before that day I never knew what people meant when they said they had fun. I was like some kind of Doctor Spock 'and what is this fun?'. I dunno, it was kinda like she put a spell on me and all my foreboding, that feeling I had, just, kinda vanished.
That night I sat on my bed looking at Emma and Regina. Emma was laying on Regina's bed smoking and Regina was sitting on the floor, using her bed as back support, facing me.
"New girl, what do you think of Yang?" Emma questioned.
"Don't call her new girl, that's so rude," Regina said.
"Miss Yang? She's nice," I said.
Emma chuckled.
"Some of the girls say rude things about her," Regina informed me.
"She and Smith got it going on for sure," Emma said, putting out her smoke.
"Emma give it a rest," Regina sighed, "she's just a single lady and they are good friends and that's it. Don't be so mean. Or homophobic."
"She seems nice to me," their stunned faces urged me on, "normal, I mean," I said.
Regina smiled, looking down at the magazine in her hands.
"I'm not saying she ain't nice new girl, I'm saying she's a lez-bo! And she's got the hots for Regina here," she grinned at Regina.
Regina chuckled, looking down.
"Who can blame her right?" Emma grabbed Regina's chin, "She's so beautiful."
They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then Regina pulled away with a laugh. I watch as Emma grabbed a pillow and hit Regina in the head. Regina chuckled, closing her magazine and grabbing a pillow of her own.
I smiled to myself as I watched them have a small pillow fight, friends. I laughed at them as a pillow was thrown to me.
That night I woke up to an empty room. I had no idea where Regina or Emma were, and for some reason it didn't bother me that much. I took the new found time to look closer at the room. Regina had cleaned up a little bit, but there were still a few clothes here and there. There were a few posters above her bed of women, singers I guess. A shelf full of knick knacks and a stuffed cow I think.
I moved on to Emma's bed. Above her bed I took in the posters, all of the same women, somebody I have never seen before. The writing on the wall, put there by Emma I assume, is from a play I'd imagine.
My bounty is as
boundless as the sea,
my love as deep;
the more I give to thee,
the more I have,
for both are infinite.
I didn't know at the time, but that is Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet act II scene II, to be exact.
I didn't think to hard about it, moving on to the window. I sat down, looking out at the sky. Then, something caught my eye. I watched Emma and Regina. They were holding each other, kissing passionately.
I wasn't sure of what I had just seen. I know this sounds, like, naive, but at first I thought they are practicing for boys. You see, where I was from nothing had changed since the fifties.
I went back to bed, trying for forget what I had just seen.