Slowly my mind drifted back to a time where I was so young and vulnerable. A place where my mother had controlled everything in my life. I found myself locked in a cold dark room realizing I was only about 10 years old. I was wearing a long fancy pink dress that was fit to be worn by a princess. However the beautiful pink dress was almost completely covered in dirt. My hair was a mess and my hands were filthy. I stood up off the ground and began to walk toward the door when it suddenly flung open. It was then that I saw her standing before me with that look of sheer anger and disappointment. I trembled a bit and backed away as I realized that I had gotten myself into serious trouble with my mother. It was as if I was re-living the past all over again. Was this a dream or was I in hell? "Mother" I spoke softly as I continued to back away from her.
"Oh Regina dear. Just look at you. You're a filthy mess. I told you that we had a party tonight and that you were to keep yourself out of trouble so that you could look presentable to the public. You ruined the nice dress I gave you and you are covered in mud and dirt." She shook her head in disappointment as she walked toward me. "You went outside to be with that stupid boy again didn't you. How many times do I have to tell you that you are a young woman and you should act more lady like. You disgust me. Just when are you going to learn. No one is ever going to marry you if you continue to act so irresponsibly. I am sorry my dear Regina but this behavior of yours will not be tolerated." She spoke with such fury in her voice it literally sent chills down my spine. I trembled as she placed her hand toward me.
"I am sorry mother. Me and Daniel were out playing. I won't let it happen again. Please don't hurt me. Mommy..." I pleaded as tears welled up in my eyes. I was so afraid of my mothers magic because I had no way to defend against it. Normal children would get a spanking for being bad or possibly be grounded for a day or two. However my mother resorted to extreme measures. She always stated that it was for my own good but I hated it. I couldn't stand my mothers magic. It was cruel and inhumane. I winced as my mother drew a little closer to me. Within seconds I found myself thrown across the room as I slammed into the wall high in the air. My body was filled with pain from the impact as I began to cry. My mother grinned slightly as she began to tighten her magical grip around me as I remained high up against the wall. My whole body felt as if it was going to be crushed from her sheer power. It hurt so much and I couldn't move a muscle. Within seconds I could feel my throat being restricted as I struggled to breath. She held me there for what seemed like an eternity as I struggled for every breath I took. Finally she released her grip causing me to fall a far distance to the ground. When I fell to the ground I began to cry even harder as I felt something snap. My right ankle felt as if it was broken by the fall. I continued to lay there crying in pain as my mother shook her head in disappointment again.
"Get up you foolish child." She yelled as I struggled to try to get to my feet but couldn't. I fell right back to the ground as I held my ankle. "Oh Regina stop being so dramatic. It's just a sprain. Now get up." She spoke as she grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to my feet. She released her grip as I fell back down to the ground.
"I think I broke it mommy. It hurts. I can't move it" I cried as she began to walk out of the room leaving me behind. She didn't even seem to care that she hurt me. She was so cold and heartless, it was so hard to explain.
"Regina your so weak" She spoke as she left the room leaving me there all alone and unable to move. My entire body was covered in bruises and my ankle was broken. What did she expect from me? To just get up as if it was nothing? I was only a little child. It just wasn't fair. My mother never loved me. All she thought about was herself. It made me sick.
Soon after I felt my mind drift back into consciousness as I realized I was only dreaming. A horrible dream of the past. But the reality was that I was in a far worse situation then I had been back then. As I gained consciousness the real pain that I was in came shooting back through my body as I regained my sense of reality. I realized I was moved from my spot and I now laying down, strapped to a table right beside Henry. I could turn my head slightly as I looked toward my son who still looked devastated but alive. "Henry...are you okay?" I asked him as my eyes filled with tears again. "I am sorry." I spoke. Henry reassured me that he was fine, just scared. He had thought that I had died so he was relieved to see that I was still alive. Henry and I talked for a few minutes however our time was cut very short as the man walked back in the room to find me conscious again.
"Regina! Nice to see you are awake again. That was pretty stupid Regina. I thought you knew better then to pass out like that. After all you wouldn't want anything bad happening to your son. However I don't want you to think you can faint again if the pain becomes too intense." He spoke as he pulled out a gun and held it in his hands. My heart was pounding faster with every second as sweat began to cover my face. He slowly began to walk toward Henry as he pointed the gun toward him. This man was crazy to think that I can keep myself from passing out after something like that. It was not something I exactly had control over. And on top of that, I had no magic. Perhaps if I had magic I could perform a spell to keep me conscious. But I didn't. "Now Regina I want you to know the seriousness of the situation you are in. If you mess up you son will die. So don't pull a stunt like that again." He spoke as he pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes as a loud bang echoed through out the room.
"No!" I screamed as my body started to shake uncontrollably. I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. I glanced over toward Henry again opening my eyes. "Henry...Henry..." I cried as I noticed his entire leg was covered in blood. "You bastard. You shot him... You shot my son." The man walked toward me again as he grabbed one of my broken legs squeezing it as I winced in extreme pain. "Stop. What the hell did you do...?"
"Oh Regina calm down. I only shot him in the knee cap. It hurts like hell but he will live" He smirked as he continued to put pressure on my broken leg as I cried out in pain. I couldn't believe he shot Henry just because I passed out. I was completely devastated. My son was screaming in pain and there was nothing I could do to help him. I felt as if I had failed him. I wasn't able to protect my son and now he was hurt. Tears fell from my eyes. I didn't care at that point that I was in excruciating pain. All I could think about was my poor boy struggling. All I could think about was that Henry had been hurt. I had to get Henry and I out of there and fast. But how was I supposed to do that without any magic and in my condition. It was impossible.