Broken Lullaby/All is Lost
Inspired by Dollhouse the Male Nightcore version. Origenally by Melanie Martinez. It's a nice affect if you play the song with this chapter, especially when Regina starts singing.
A/N: Please enjoy this tale. What if Regina's mind broke after Cora died. What if Cora finally got what she wanted, a broken Regina. Can her savior bring her back? #Swanqueen
Cora was dead, her mother. The woman who came back for her, who with her heart deep in her chest for just a moment, loved her.
Regina's motions were frantic, she needed to find the spell her mother had with her. She would make Henry love her. In her vault she frantically dumped items from her mother's trunk on the floor, in no order. Growing far more desperate she started to tear her mother's gowns apart. She grunted and shrieked until one dark blue dress, once ripped to pieces produced a scroll.
A smile broke across Regina's tight features, she clutched the item to her chest as a single tear ran down her cheek.
"Thank you Mommy…"
She opened the scroll, her smile growing wider when she saw a hint of red. She slowly lowered the scroll and saw one of the dresses her mother had brought, that now lay a bit torn on the floor, was her own favorite red velvet dress from when she was queen.
A shaky hand reached for it. As if in a trance, as if something finally broke. She removed her mayor's clothes to pull the dress on.
She stood in front of the mirror, unseeing. Smoothing the dress down as best as she could. The hem at the hip was ripped and the dress showed one slender hip as well as one shoulder.
'They'll never love you…' she heard as she turned.
She picked up a hand mirror disguarded on the floor and went to fetch her mother's brush from the trunk.
She gingerly sat on the floor in front of the sofa and started her daily strokes through her mane.
"1…2…3…4…"
She began to hum and eerie toon.
…
Emma felt so stupid. How had her parents tricked her into thinking that Regina had killed Archie? The woman had been trying so hard to change. For her son, for their son. Emma sighed and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she headed into the woods towards Regina's vault. It's where the brunette went when she wanted, no needed, to be alone.
Emma shivered as her blue leather jacket wasn't exactly warm enough for the winter/spring that was currently frosting its way through Maine. As she drew closer she became warmer, more determined. She would make this right with Regina. The poor woman had just lost her mother after all, apparently not even Snow White was pure of heart. Emma sighed as a mist of warm air escaping he, mixed with the cold.
She stood in front of the vault door. Should she knock? No, that would just give the older woman more time to keep her out. Luckily the door was already unlocked. Strange. Emma didn't like it here, it was creepy to say the least. Emma lightly closed the door behind her. The first room was Regina's father's grave, already pushed to the side, yep Regina was here. Emma followed the light down the stairs, past the room of humming hearts and to the backroom, which was slightly ajar.
Emma was about to push it open when she heard singing.
"…Open the walls, play with your dolls, well be a perfect family…
When you walk away is when we really play…
Mom please wake up….
No one ever listens as wallpaper glistens,
Don't let them see what goes down in the k-kitche…"
Was Regina singing? Were the hearts throbbing with a beat… Emma had heard this song before…
"I see things that no one else sees… .hmmmm"
"Uh oh go back to being plastic…hmmmmm"
"Places places get in your places get in your places,
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces,
Everyone thinks that we're perfect…please don't let them look through the curtains…"
"hmmmmm hmmmm hmmmm"
Emma lightly pushes the door, "R-Regina." To say she wasn't creeped out was a major understatement. She felt as though they were being watched. As the hearts still throbbed to the beat, Regina sat on the floor staring off onto the wall, brushing her hair. Upon further inspection she was wearing a tattered red velvet dress. Emma could clearly see her shoulder and hip, and though the lace might have at one time covered her assets, one breast was fully visible.
The woman on the floor did not sing again but continued to hum. Emma approached slowly. She hadn't expected this. Anger, a fireball, a punch to the face, she expected all of that. She did one more sweep of the room for sharp objects that could be used as weapons, she didn't see any. She sat next to Regina but the woman kept her stare blankly ahead. Emma could see her features were completely relaxed but she had two twin rivers streaming down her face.
Emma reached out a hand, "Regina…"
The woman stopped brushing her hair, slightly inclining her head down Emma's direction, as if to let her in on a secret. A chill swept through the air.
"One day, they'll see what goes down in the kitchen…" She was now muttering the hushed broken phrases.
Emma reached her hand out to wipe away a tear, once the river's flow was disrupted Regina's eyes shot straight to Emma's.
"Please don't look…."Emma jumped a little at the frantic tone, though it was whispered.
Regina touched her hand to Emma's wrist, and Emma started to see flashes.
A/N: Are you hooked yet? ;) :P