Hey guys:) So this is chapter 2 of Battle Scars would've been up sooner but exams got in the way of my writing! Anyways reviews are always welcome, and I'd love feedback! Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up by the weekend:)

Don't own OUAT or any of it's characters..

Thanks for reading! XO

~RS

It was an hour later and Regina was still sitting in the same place on the floor staring at herself in the broken shards of the mirror, still holding the one she used to cut herself with, the one that relieved her pain. The blood trickling down her wrists hadn't made her move, in fact she didn't even mind it staining her clothes because for the first time in weeks she felt free of pain.

After about 5 more minutes she decided it was time to clean herself up, so with a flick of her wrist the mirror was put back together with a cloud of purple smoke disappearing once it was complete. She walked into her en suite and rinsed her blood filled hands, red from holding the broken mirror. Once dry she decided to change her clothes again considering the pyjama top she was wearing was full of blood. She decided to go with a more lazy looking look with a pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt.

She had just slipped her shorts on when the doorbell rang, she was curious as to who it was since she wasn't expecting anyone. All she was hoping for was that it wasn't someone trying to apologize again for the loss of Robin, she was tired of hearing it.

Half way down the stairs she realized her arms were exposed, cut and stained with blood, she didn't exactly want to open the door looking like hell and bleeding arms so with a glowing purple light coming from her hand the cuts disappeared and it looked as if nothing were even there.

She opened the door to her surprise to find Henry, he insisted that his other mother wait in her car, so when she saw Regina open the door she waved and was off.

"Hey Henry, what are you doing here?" Regina asked not sure how to feel about being with people at the moment.

"I wanted to see you, I feel like we haven't talked in forever and I miss you." He answered with a sad tone.

"I know and I'm sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with." She said sympathetically trying to get Henry to understand.

"But it's been weeks mom, can't we just all go out or something, see your family, you need to leave the house eventually!"

"Henry—"

"No mom you need to leave the house, it's not good for you to stay here all the time"

"I know and I'll leave when I'm ready but right now I don't feel too well and I'm not in the mood to see a bunch of people at the moment, can we go out some other time?" Regina asked hopefully.

"Fine, but I'm staying over tonight and you can't ship me back to mom like last time."

With that Henry walked up to his room and left a shocked looking Regina on her front porch. She decided to go in and make dinner and leave it in the fridge with a note for Henry to warm up his dinner when he wants it. He was almost 15 after all he was perfectly capable of heating up dinner for himself. And with that she went upstairs and into her beloved bed and was hoping to sleep for a few hours.

She woke up around 3 am with a huge headache, probably from the lack of food. She figured she should eat something even though she didn't want to but she also didn't want to deal with this headache. She went to check on Henry while she was leaving her room to go downstairs, and when she saw him sleeping peacefully she made her way downstairs to see what she could eat. Henry didn't eat everything that she made him for dinner so she was able to heat up some of the lasagna and get rid of her stupid migraine.

Once she finished she cleaned everything up and went back to her bedroom not realizing Henry was up and sneakily watching her every move since she came back upstairs. Regina was i her en suite looking for something sharp something she could use to free her from pain even if it was just a couple of hours of freedom. When she couldn't find anything in her bathroom she decided to just magic a blade into her hands, so with a flick of the wrist and surrounded by purple smoke a blade landed in the palm of her hand.

While Regina was in the en suite Henry managed to sneak into his mothers master bedroom and hide in her ginormous walk-in closet with the door left a crack open as it had been before. What he saw next almost made him scream and cry at the same time. Trying to contain his emotions by biting down on his fist to keep him from saying anything or making any noise he watched as his mother, his beautiful, strong, brave mother cut herself. Again and again. She wouldn't stop and when she finished with one side she would go again on the other, Henry was furious towards his mother but at the same time sympathetic. His tear stained eyes were exhausted from the lack of sleep and the considered fact that it was now almost 4 in the morning and he was watching his mother in horror.

When Regina finished she went back to her en suite to clean up her wrists and the blade and hid it where Henry wouldn't find it, not knowing that her son watched everything go down. She magicked her cuts away with a wave of her hand and soon after all of that she just watched, watched herself in the mirror with terror filled eyes. She knew what she was doing was bad and it was terrible for her health but she couldn't stop the relief it gave her was amazing! No pain, no problems in the world it was her escape of reality and it felt so good. After about 5 minutes of just staring she eft the en suite and crawled back into bed and went back to dreadful sleep. She would dream about Robin again and the day he died, that's all her dreams ever were these days. That's why she barely slept but just lay there staring at nothing just avoiding sleep for as long as possible

Henry had left the room practically hyperventilating while his mother was in the en suite he did not want to have this conversation tonight.

"What conversation?" Henry whispered to himself in his room, he had no idea how to handle this on his own, his mother was going to kill herself if she continued this for long. He had no idea how long this had been going on or what he could do to help. He figured his mother wouldn't want anyone knowing about it so he would keep it on the down low for now and maybe bring it up during breakfast tomorrow or something.

"Yes, that's perfect, I'll talk to her tomorrow!" Henry thought to himself while tucking himself back into bed.