Thank you to everyone who read my last chapter, here I am with another! Obviously I will be sticking to the general story of the video, but will also be adding my own parts in now and then :))
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Chapter 2: That Wall of Yours.
Emma didn't sleep well, the memories of one of her worst dates was wreaking havoc on her mind.
She could almost feet his rough beard against her cheek and his dirty hands over her body.
She rolled around in the bed, not able to keep still as she imagined him fawning over her and trying to pull her into his touch.
Her body was sweating profusely and her head was banging like she had the better half of a brass band playing constantly in her head.
Her arms and legs flailed about the bed, trying to fight off her imaginary attacker.
Eventually, at around 6am she disturbed herself, midst panic attack.
The amount of times she had been through this meant she worked through the motions like clockwork.
She dashed to the toilet, sitting her underwear clad body on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.
Emma found that cooling herself down meant she increased her ability of being able to think straight.
Her knees were brought up to her chest, so her head could hand between them.
Lungs desperately pulling mouthfuls of air in and then pushing it out forcefully.
It took less than 10 minutes for Emma to feel calm once again.
Her near naked body now dithering from the exposure to the evening air.
Emma knew full well she would be getting no more sleep, so she pulled herself up straight and wandered back into her room, making an extra effort to keep her breathing under control.
She remembered a time, before this, before her anxiety had kicked in and ruined almost every happy moment of her life, when she had been truly happy.
Her, Mary Margaret and David had grown up as teenagers together.
Mary Margaret had always been the 'Mother' of the other two, who found themselves in no end of trouble.
Emma usually walking away with nothing but a scratch, David being the more accident prone of the trio.
But one night Emma had felt a sinking feeling, after day of playing and running she had found it difficult to breathe.
Both Mary Margaret and David had dashed in to find Emma screaming and crying on her bedroom floor, the Hospital completely unable to give them no medical reason for her condition.
At first it had seemed to come in phases, one week Emma wouldn't even be able to get out of bed, fearing something tragically bad would happen, then suddenly the next week she was fine, running around and messing about like the thoughts she had had in the previous week were nothing but nightmares.
Over the years David and Mary Margaret had valiantly stuck by her, worked through every possibility to help Emma to get back to her old self.
A very long time ago Emma had accepted things would never be the same, even after her current Psychiatrist, Doctor Hopper, had ensured her she was making leaps and bounds in the right direction.
Still, Emma powered on, her life now liveable and with a steady job under her belt she once again felt like she had some control over her life.
Emma brought herself back to the present as her shaking hands quickly found her comfortably snug blue skinny jeans, matching it with a black tank top.
Emma liked the feeling of the tight clothes on her body, almost as if they reassured her she was covered and her body wasn't on show.
Emma checked her appearance in the body length mirror in the corner of her room, deciding to redo her pony tail and forgo her usual morning shower as she had nowhere to be that day.
She padded into the living/dining/second bedroom area.
She glanced over to see Mary Margaret and David were still happily snuggled in one another's embrace, fast asleep.
Emma let a smile dance on her features, the two really were perfect for one another.
Her smile crumbled as she saw the bunch of flowers on the table. She picked them up.
'Swan' Was written on a card in a scrawl Emma had to read twice to figure out. 'I apologize for my behaviour, I wondered if a second date would allow you to fully appreciate my charm.'
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Not in a million years." She flicked the bin up, throwing the flowers in violently, cringing as she heard the two other occupants of the flat wake up.
"Sorry." She bit her lip, looking over at Mary Margaret who sent her a smile.
David settled back down immediately, but Mary Margaret wandered sleepily into the kitchen.
She made a bee line for the bin, frowning at Emma as she saw the flowers crumpled and crushed into the bin bag.
"Emma…" She sighed, lifting them gently out and reaching for a vase, which sat on the top of the cupboard.
"He was a creep." Emma argued quickly, settling herself on a bar stool.
Mary Margaret just shook her head, filling the vase and placing the flowers gently in, picking out the ones that had been mangled by the lid of the bin.
Mary Margaret then walked around the counter, kissing Emma's forehead and wrapping her arms around the blonde.
Emma smiled, her best friend always knew exactly what she needed.
The morning after an awful date was usually when she was at her most vulnerable.
The thought that she would never find someone who liked her for her constantly repeated itself in her head.
Emma just imagining living her life alone, as the third wheel in Mary Margaret and David's marriage.
"I can see those cogs whirring in your head, Emma Swan…" Mary Margaret pulled back and cupped Emma's face in her hands.
"That wall of yours…" Mary Margaret brushed a piece of hair from in front of Emma's eyes, tucking it delicately behind her cold ear. "It may keep out pain, but it may also keep out love."
Emma wrapped her arms around the brunette again, her head on Mary Margaret's chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of her heart.
"I'm just protecting myself." Emma whispered.
"I know, I know…" Mary Margaret rubbed Emma's back.
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