If it seems poorly written I had trouble seeing Regina ever just giving up although it certainly seems like what most people would do if they had been dealt her hand. I just can't see her deciding to kick the bucket. And I'm madly in love with Regina, sooo…
It hadn't been at all difficult to get her hands on the poison. Money could get you anything in any world, it seemed. It would, supposedly, look like a natural death of some sort. Regina didn't really care. Not quite as dignified a way to die as she probably would have liked, but it was a way out.
Regina had slipped it into her apple cider, something she had often and would easily be overlooked should anybody suspect anything. Nobody would care, anyway. If she was going to be honest, she expected everybody to celebrate.
It was nice and cold on the tiled floor of her bathroom although one thigh was warm and wet with blood. The glass had fallen from her hand and when she crumpled to the floor, unable to steady herself any longer, she had managed to get some of the shards stuck in her leg.
Her arms and legs thrashed about on their own accord, Regina having no say in the matter as she welcomed the pain of the fire making its way through her veins. It hurt much more than she'd expected. Nothing she couldn't deal with, but still.
Daniel was gone, her father was gone, her happiness was tied to a boy who honestly believed she was the Evil Queen although she tried her best to show him just how much she loved him. Henry hadn't ever even seen her as Queen Regina instead of Mayor Mills. She'd cursed a whole world and it was beginning to unravel. This would come sooner than later and she would much rather die by her own hand than another's.
She was aware, in the back of her mind, of the front door being closed loudly. She heard her name being called but was more focused on scrambling away from the door. Everything was beginning to blur and sweat beaded on her forehead.
"Regina?" The voice was, sadly, Emma Swan's. Regina would have let loose a stream of curses but she really didn't think she could speak. She had nothing to say, anyway. "What the hell happened?"
All Regina could do was shake her head as her limbs began thrashing again and she was glad when her foot connected with Emma's leg. "Go away." She panted, biting down on the inside of her cheek.
Emma had her phone out now and was making a frantic call. The mayor had stopped flailing about like a fish out of water and was now sprawled out on the tile, panting for breath as it became progressively harder and harder.
"Regina, what the hell did you do?" The Sheriff asked, making Regina want to roll her eyes at the stupidity. She felt the glass being pulled from her leg and she had to struggle not to try kicking Emma away. She didn't have the strength to, anyway, but it would have been worth a try.
"I don't… I can't come over to see you just laying there, still and cold, okay?" She snapped at the brunette who was lying limp but glaring at Emma the best she could. "I swear, when you get better I may just beat you myself." She muttered.
Regina had to struggle to stay awake now, focusing on Emma's face to help her. She didn't want Regina gone? But it would be so easy. She had every right to. Sirens wailed outside and she frowned up at Emma.
The fact that somebody was saving her only made her want to die worse. The kindness was not something she deserved.
She didn't deserve it or want it.
