A/N- Hello my wonderful readers! This is the second chapter! Doing this on a mobile so sorry if it suck

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Nicole's POV

As we drove in what seemed like a never ending forest, we reached a sign reading:

"Welcome to Storybrooke"

When we got further into the town I saw what it was lacking, people. There was an astonishingly low amount of people around. Also, we were the only ones on the road.

We approached the apartment building and I felt as if they only got an apartment because I wouldn't want to live in a house. My mom probably wanted a house, but my dad would insist for something smaller, so I wouldn't feel as if everything changed. I knew it has changed though.

I helped my parents unpack the van. I wasn't going to unpack today, because I had to meet my new therapist. I had two different ones in New York. One for depression and one for anorexia. In Storybrooke there was only one therapist named Dr. Hopper.

I walked up to his door labeled

"Archibald Hopper"

I knocked and waited for someone to answer. A tall man with red hair and round glasses opened the door.

"Hi! Uh you must be, uh" he started.

"Nicole" I interrupted.

"Right yes, come in" Dr. Hopper offered.

I walked in and immediately sat on the brown leather couch.

"So uh would you like to talk about, uh how you started to feel depressed," He said. I could tell he hasn't had any experience in these conditions. I tried to help him out by being as honest as possible.

" When my friend went missing," I replied.

" Oh, I haven't heard anything about someone going missing around here," he said questionably.

" I just moved here from New York City," I said nonchalantly. His eyes got really wide and then he shook his head and continued as if it never happened.

" And" he cleared his throat "when did you stop eating,"

"A little after my mom came back" i said looking down at my lap.

"Why" Dr. Hopper asked.

"Well I was already upset that my friend was gone, and I didn't eat a lot after that but I still ate kind of normally, then my mom came back into my life after walking out when I was five. That kind of threw me over the edge, at first I avoided meals to stay away from her. After a while I just didn't want to eat away from home or at home. So I stopped eating." I told the therapist. I haven't said that story since my last therapist two months ago. I knew my anorexia was a big deal, and I am getting better. I can eat a few bites of a meal. I would say that is a huge improvement since I only started therapy two months ago.

"This friend that went missing, what was his name?" Archibald Hopper asked.

"Henry Swan" I say awkwardly.

"Uhh! Well won't you look at that our hour is over! Why don't you come back tomorrow at about 5:00 is that good?" He said quickly. I nodded and then he pretty much pushed me out the door. I went home and had three bites of Chinese noodles my dad ordered. Why did Dr. Hopper act like that?

Next chapter - flashback