Hi Guys,

This is my second fanfiction,

I'm interested in any prompts, I'm trying to improve my writing and would love to write any prompts for Regina.

This is also a one shot that I wrote a while ago. Warning it's a little sad ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT

This is set after Emma and Hook bring Marian back.

She doesn't feel anything anymore. She's tired and never has any energy, just numb. She doesn't have any appetite, and her already small form has lost so much weight. When she looks in the mirror she doesn't recognize herself anymore. Ever since Robin left her for Marian she feels broken, like her soul has been shattered. Henry rarely comes over, he's busy with his new family. Her little boy loves to spend time with his new nephew.

Her day consists of going to work and going to bed. She doesn't have enough energy to do anything else. She only has enough energy to sleep, but even then, she has constant nightmares that deplete any energy she has left. Today was no different, Regina comes home from work after having a discussion with Gold to expand the library, which of course turned into an argument that she didn't have the energy for.

So she goes upstairs, just like every other day, except today she doesn't have the energy to change out of her usual mayor outfits, barely managing to take her heels off. She settles into her bed, pulling the covers over her small and weakened body. She lays her head against the pillows, it doesn't take long for her to fall into a restless sleep. Dragged into complete darkness without putting up a fight.

Henry goes to his home in hopes of seeing his mother. He hasn't seen her much lately and it's starting to worry him. After everything that happened with Robin he had hoped that giving his mother space would help, but it's been a while. He closes the door behind him and sets the key on the side table by the door.

"Mom?" He calls out. When he doesn't get a response it only worries him more, her car is in front of the house so she has to be home. After looking downstairs and not finding her he goes upstairs. He starts walking to her room where he hears soft whimpers coming from and hopes that she isn't in any danger. When he hears a loud scream he instantly starts running and bursts into her room, he finds her in bed clutching the sheets with her hands, small beads of sweat collecting on her forehead. What worries him the most is that she remains asleep.

"Please" she sobs, "please stop" she cries. Henry runs over to her side of the bed and sits down. He tentatively puts his hands on her shoulders and gently shakes her small frame.

"Mom" he whispers as her body begins to shake.

"Mom, please wake up" he pleads. He doesn't want to see her like this. So scared, broken, and knowing he can't help. He shakes her a little harder hoping it will help wake her from the nightmare. She gasps and her eyes burst open and she instinctively crawls as far away from the body above her. Her vision is still blurry and she presumes someone came to finally put her out of her misery.

"Mom its ok it's me" he says hoping that she'll let him help her. Tears stream down her face as the nightmare starts to fade.

"Mom?" He asks again. He notices how her eyes are distant, like she isn't really there, she's shaking and holding her arms around herself. She's still crying, and Henry notices that she has lost a lot of weight, even her clothes barely fit her anymore. He heads to the other side of the bed where she is now sitting and asks again quietly.

"Mom? Can you hear me?"

"Henry?" She whispers as she slowly looks up into his eyes.

"Yeah, it's me" he says. He notices how she's still trembling, so he wraps his arms around her gently and pulls her head to his chest where she starts crying again. Her sobs wrack her whole body, which only causes him to hold her tighter. She wonders when her little boy grew up. He's big enough to hold her small form without a problem.

"Shhh... it's ok, it was just a nightmare" he attempts to soothe, softly stroking her back. She listens to his words and cries harder because it's not just a nightmare, no, it's a memory that just happens to be painful enough to be a nightmare. This isn't the first time she's had a nightmare recently. In fact whenever she sleeps she has nightmares, a memory that comes back to haunt her. That's why she has dark circles under her eyes, she sleeps because she's tired of fighting. She doesn't normally wake up from her nightmares. They normally just keep going until that particular memory is done playing, no matter how painful. She thinks that deep inside of her she believes she deserves to feel all the pain she has once endured.

"Mom?" Henry asks when she's calmed a bit.

"Yes?" She says pulling out of his embrace and looking at him.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine" she lies, her son shouldn't have to carry any of her burdens.

"No, you're not. You...you look different" he looks at his mother, "sad," he doesn't want to say broken because he doesn't know if she would really tell him what's wrong. She looks away, knowing that if she were to meet his eyes, that she would break.

"Let me help" he takes her hands, "please, Mom." She nods, still not meeting his eyes. How is she supposed to tell her son that she can't be helped? That she's broken and hope-less. That his mother doesn't have any fight left.

That she has lost all hope.