Hello! I bring you the second chapter of this story. I hope you like it and let me know what you think. If you have any doubt please writ it in your review.
PS. The italic letters are used to indicate when one girl enters the others girl head.
Thanks for reading.
—Who said that? — Emma asked squeezing the steering wheel with her hands.
—Stop. — Regina replied.
—What? — Emma turned her head to both sides trying to find the voice she was listening to but there was no one — What's happening? Who are you?
—Stop ... just stop. — Regina said again and again.
—Who said that? — Emma asked again with trembling voice.
The people in the store began to look at her in a strange way, all eyes were on her while she held her head with her hands.
Regina left the store as fast as she could without paying attention to the questions of the people around her. She walked with blurred vision and stopped at one of the store windows, slowly dropping to the floor.
—Stop, stop, stop — The brunette was whispering over and over again, leaning her forehead against the glass of the dresser.
—What is this? What's going on? — Emma felt more confused than ever.
The blonde was inside her car with blurred vision and listening to someone else inside her head. Everything was so overwhelming that she didn´t know what to do.
—Stop, stop, stop, stop — Regina kept saying.
—Hey! Shut up! —The blonde shouted, clenching her hands so hard she could feel her circulation stop. The other woman's voice stopped and Emma's eyes widened even more. — Can you hear me? Who are you?
—I'm sorry — Regina whispered feeling the tears burning in her throat.
—Why are you sorry? What are you apologizing for?
—Who are you?
—I ask you that first.
Regina was breathing hard because of the pressure she felt in her chest. Emma had begun to relax her hands and blinked repeatedly to try to clear her vision.
—I'm looking at a store window... Why am I looking at a store window? — Asked the confused blonde wrinkling her forehead.
—Because I am — The brunette replied in a whisper.
—Are you me?
—No, no, no... You're in my head... you're in my head. — Regina's eyes filled with tears. — I'm so scared.
—Where am I?
—What?
—Where am I?
—You are... you are in the street inside a car... in a small car. I don't understand, what does the car mean? — Regina still sounded desperate and her hands trembled.
—Well, it means I have a car. It's my car.
—You have a car.
—Yes... a yellow Volkswagen. What do you have?
—A Mercedes Benz 560 SL.
—Nice, very nice — Emma could noticed that the woman's voice had been quieter. Maybe changing the subject was working.
Regina took her head off of the glass and took several deep breaths. She look toward the street and blink several times.
—I can see there and... I can see where I am too. It's as if one is close and the other is far away — explained Regina. She felt calmer and her breathing had returned to normal — I just concentrate and I can see what is here... what is in my head.
—It's not in your head girl... This is New York.
—Wait, are you real? — Asked the surprised brunette — You are a real person!
—That's the cutest thing that someone told me today — Emma said with a certain sarcasm in her voice.
—I don't understand this. — Regina confessed between a small laugh.
—It's cold — the blonde whispered — Wait, is it cold there?
—Yes. It's almost winter.
—I can feel it... This is too crazy. I can hear you like...
—As I hear myself —The brunette concluded.
—Where are you? If you're not in my head, then where are you?
—Storybrooke, Maine.
—Maine?! — Emma shook her head from side to side — This has to be a joke... Wait a minute, what time is it? Do you know what day is it?
—It's Tuesday... November 18th.
—Okay, it's the same day... Do you have a watch? — The blonde looked at her watch attentively blinking several times.
—Yes — replied the brunette doing the same.
They both watched their watches and could see each other's if they concentrated on it.
—Oh, my God! It's the same time.
Regina and Emma were silent as their minds turned trying to find some logical answer to what was happening to them.
—Can you hear my thoughts? — Regina asked curiously.
—I don't know... Think something.
—All right... What should I think?
—I can't tell you that — The blonde answered, resting her head on the back of the seat.
—Sure... It's okay —The brunette concentrated putting her hands on her forehead and waited a few seconds before listening to Emma's voice.
—I don't hear anything.
—I'm thinking about some new heals.
—Ok, that's strang ... wait, what if the two...
Regina was deconcentrated when she listened to footsteps approaching her and suddenly stopped listening to the voice of that woman. The brunette looked up to meet the sheriff's worried face.
—Regina, are you okay? — The blue-eyed man asked.
—Hello... David — She said trying to sound as normal as possible.
—Are you good?
—Yes, I'm fine — Regina took the hand that David offered her and got up slowly — I'm sorry. I think I fell...
—Did you hurt yourself?
—No, I think maybe I had some cramping or something. — The sheriff gave her a confused look and Regina tried to smile. — How are you? How is Mary Margaret?
—She's fine, she's taking care of the baby... Are you sure you're okay?
—Yes. Yes. I'm sure... Thank you very much, but I have to go.
Regina began to walk quickly holding her coat and looking at the ground.
—Hi are you there?
Emma no longer heard that woman's voice, her sight had returned to normal and now she was just looking at the crowded streets of New York. What had happened had left her totally surprised and more because suddenly the woman had left, she no longer saw what she saw or heard her voice.
It had been at least 20 minutes and she was not able to move an inch from where she was. Emma felt that her body had frozen, she wasn't able to move a muscle, and not even her eyes had taken off from the windshield.
—Are you there? — The voice had returned and Emma's eyes were alert.
—Yes. I guess we were... disconnected — answered the blonde straightening her posture.
—Yes. Someone approached me and I had to cut you off.
—So... Wait, how?
—I could feel you trying to enter. It was like a kind of cramp in my head but... I could stop it — Regina observed the woman who was walking along the dock and decided to take out her cell phone to improvise a call.
—It's good to know that.
—Yes... I can't keep talking here. People are looking me in a strange way.
—Where are you now? I can see... water — Emma commented, wrinkling her forehead
—I'm on the dock, near the beach.
—That explains it.
—I have... I have to go — informed Regina nervously.
—Of course... Yes, it's okay — The blonde cleared her throat and took the wheel of the car — I also have... things to do. Yes, I have things to do... But, we have to talk about this.
—All right, later then... At 7:00 at night?
—Okay... No, wait, at that time I'm busy. How about 10:00?
—Okay ... at 10 then.
-It's fine... And if it doesn't work for some reason, then...
—It was good ... to meet you — the brunette whispered.
Emma let out a small smile and could feel how that woman's mouth did the same.
Suddenly the connection was lost and the blonde couldn't hear her anymore.
