I am so sorry for not updating. A lot has been going on and I've had a bit of writers block.
Enjoy this chapter.
Air. She needed air. Emma was running as fast as she could. Where was she going? She knew she couldn't just run away from this.
Her mind hurt. Her body hurt. Her heart hurt. Everything hurt.
Emma eventually gave up on running and leaned against a nearby wall. Her cheeks were burning and so were her lungs. She gladly welcomed the fresh air into her body and thought about what happened.
Cora's words just played in her head. They wouldn't leave her alone as she stood there. She looked around and made no one was near her. She covered her face with her hands and let out a quiet, shaky breath. No one could see her like this. She had to keep this secret. Stay strong. Just like she always did.
She had just found her family. Her mother, her father. She couldn't lose them all because of some silly spell from Regina's mother. Right? She couldn't.
Hours passed and Emma had not returned. Henry was asleep upstairs as Mary Margaret and David were downstairs, only thinking of their daughter and growing more worried. David paced over the floor in the dimly lit bedroom. The curtains were pulled and there was just an orange glow from a small lamp. Mary Margaret was sitting on the edge of her bed as she looked up to her husband. She knew he was worried; hell, she was too.
David just paced more as he thought. "I'm going after her." He told Mary Margaret and walked towards where his shoes and coat were. Before he could get far, she was already on her feet and grabbing his arm.
"David, she's an adult. She can take care of herself." She told him and he looked down to her. She saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes that made her chest sting a little. He wanted to protect Emma. Mary Margaret placed both of her warm palms on either sides of his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "Let's go to bed. Hopefully she'll be back before morning." She told him and he simply nodded.
She guided him to her room and laced their fingers together. First he laid down and she laid next to him, pulling her arm around his waist from behind. They fell asleep together and only listened to the silence.
Voices. They were stuck. They wouldn't leave her alone. Emma ran past a couple people who were out walking late at night and said nothing. It got to the point where Emma was just focused on the voices. Too focused. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her and didn't see the wall in front of her, running right into it. She felt a strong pain in her head as she pressed a hand to it. She lowered her hand to her eyes and saw blood. She smeared it and stood, acting as though nothing happened.
The blonde held a hand to her head as she walked home and walked quietly inside. She made her way to the small bathroom and rinsed off her hands and the blood from her head. She looked in the mirror and placed a hand against it before being startled from her thoughts by her mother.
"Emma?" the voice said quietly. Emma opened the door to see the pale face of her mother. She let out a relieved breath and stepped out. "Are you okay? Where were you?" she asked and then noticed the cut on Emma's forehead. She gently placed a hand there and Emma quickly reacted, yanking herself away from her mother's warm hand. "Let me help you." Mary Margaret flashed Emma a small smile and it put Emma at ease.
She motioned for Emma to sit on the couch as Mary Margaret went to get a small medical kit. She returned and got a cloth, pouring something on it. She touched it to Emma's wound and it stung like hell. Emma flinched but then let Mary Margaret finish.
When she was done, she put away the supplies and walked back to the blonde. "How do you feel?" She asked and Emma looked up to her. Strong, Emma. You have to be strong. She told herself that in her head and froze for a second.
"I feel great. Thanks, Mary Margaret." The look on her mother's face could be told that she didn't believe her. She wanted to but couldn't.
"What happened?" the words came out of Mary's mouth before she could stop them. Emma looked to her and then down.
"Just took a long walk. Tried to clear my mind." She said nothing else about it and Mary Margaret sat by her side, glancing at her every so often. Eventually Emma grew tired of being watched and looked to her again. "I'm fine, really." She told her and the other woman just nodded, not leaving her side and just wanting to make sure her daughter was okay.
After an half an hour, Emma began to doze off. She was exhausted from the day; the week. Everything was catching up to her as her head fell to the back of the couch. Mary Margaret noticed this and moved off the couch, carefully placing a pillow under her head. "Come on Emma, lay down." She whispered but Emma shook her head and opened her eyes. Mary Margaret sat back down and looked to Emma. "You need sleep." She whispered and Emma knew she was right.
She slowly laid down and curled up in a small ball on the couch. Before Emma knew it, she was fast asleep and Mary Margaret pulled a blanket over her as she smiled at how peaceful she looked but also felt sadness at the same time. Emma had gone through so much and deserved to have a peaceful life. Her mother
But for Emma, sleep was not peaceful. All it was for her was nightmares of what was going to happen next.