A/N: I've been updating daily since i began writing this and this is the second chapter I'm posting today so I'm hoping I'll be able to keep updating as often as possible. And leave reviews for ideas and inspiration :)

Regina was ordering the doctors to not treat me? I would have to drive miles after miles to get to the next hospital. What if I had another attack during the drive? Would I be stranded, left there to die on empty, lifeless roads? I needed to walk right out this hospital and all the way to the mayor's home and there I'll give that woman a piece of my mind, she had no right to chose who heals and who dies.

I left the hospital my body full of drugs and my mind full of hate. The way seemed shorter as I sped through Storybrooke streets, past Granny's and the schoolhouse all the way to the large white building with the grand apple tree guarding it. I thought my fist would break down the door as I knocked with all my strength trying not to pay attention to the pain in my sore knuckles caused my the car crash.

No answer.

"Regina! Open the door!"

Silence.

"I will break this door down if I have to!"

I heard footsteps approaching the front door followed by the sound of a lock opening. Regina appeared in the doorway. I stormed right past her into her house, I knew I was being irrational but I couldn't even stop myself, I wasn't in control of my own choices, pure rage was my leader.

"Mayor Mills, you have no authority whatsoever to decide on my fate! Maybe my condition is nothing but I really doubt so. I could be very ill and even you don't have the power to make the decision you just did." I was pacing in her leaving room waving my hands as I spoke, probably louder than I should have.

"Actually in Storybrooke, I do have the power to make the choice. It's a policy, you can't argue with that." Her voice stayed calm and cool as it always was, she didn't give a shit about what happened to me. She's probably take pleasure in seeing me dead. Did she think I was here to take away her son?

"You know what? Screw your policy, screw the whole damn Storybrooke! I want to get out of here but I can't! Not like this! I'll die on the fucking road!" I hit her mahogany dining table with my fist, which hurt like hell but Regina didn't need to know that.

"Miss Swan, I have no interest in whether you live, or die because I don't want you here. I want you far from my son!" Her tone began to change from calm to protective and revengeful.

"Your son came to find me! I didn't ask for him to come to my life! All I did was wish with a candle that I wouldn't be alone on my birthday but here I am! I'd rather be alone- I 'd rather be dead than spend a minute more in this damned place!"My common sense led me to the door and I really did want to leave but somehow I couldn't.

"Well trust me on my word Miss Swan, you will be dead if you stay here any longer." Was she threatening me on my life?

Regina had crossed a line there was no return from. She turned around and began to go up her stairs.

"Regina don't you turn away from me! Henry was right. You clearly are a character from a story. You really are the Evil Queen."

"Well, miss Swan," I wasn't sure what to expect but I knew what she was about to say she's regret. "Your parents were right. You are useless, I'd leave you on the side of a road too."

She had no right to say that. I turned and left the house I couldn't take in anymore. I heard the door shut behind me as I felt a tear stream down my face.

How could she have said that, she couldn't have. No, she really couldn't have: I never told her about my parents leaving me on the side of the road. She couldn't have known, it made no sense.

I turned around to head right back to her house but I collapsed. Once again, my heart was crumbling in my body, into pieces. It was killing me slowly. This is it, I thought I'd die there, on the road with only the thought of destroying Regina on my mind. I must have passed out since I felt like I was sinking into a painful trance of agony and death. I really believed it would all end there, in Storybrooke without me ever finding out what had caused my passing. But instead of greeting death, I greeted Regina's figure. We were in some kind of basement, it was dark and was only lit by a few candles. The room was filled with boxes in shelves. She was holding something glowing and red, it had dark patches all over it and I'd never seen anything like it before. I was about to ask her what it was until I remembered I'd seen one before, only a few days earlier the night I couldn't remember anything from. A flood of memories from that night came back to me suddenly. I remember the strange glowing object had been in a box labelled-oh right-it was labelled Graham, yes that was the sheriffs name! Right, the sheriff who was 'involved' with Regina whom I'd slept with that night. And inside the box had been a red glowing object just like that one and-and... and I had crushed it really hard because Regina told me to and Graham had screamed and he'd... he'd died. Oh my god. Regina was holding my heart in her hands.