Hey guys, I hope you are enjoying this story. I am planning on picking up the pace a little more so we will soon find out what is going on with Regina's magic and if it actually is something to do with her medication.
Also I have a few stories in the mix and I would like to see what some people might like to see next. I still have my OQ college story that I did wan to start before but I hadn't quite got all the details sorted so there is still that one. Or I have an EvilCharming story, college based again with David Charming coming from a very rich family and wanting to rebel against them meeting the lovely Regina Mills who will be the one to help him. Or I also have had another idea recently from personal things and from watching a film. The idea is about Regina being diagnosed with early on-set Alzheimer and what the struggle would be for not only herself but for others around her.
So yes those are my ideas and I would appreciate it if you could give me some feedback on what you might like to see next. Thanks guys!
After a while Emma decides to go downstairs. She had sent Henry to go and get ready for school and had told him she would prepare breakfast. So she made her way down the stairs, glanced into the living room to see the room empty and made her way towards the kitchen. The kitchen was empty too and she wondered where Regina may have gone to. She was sure she would have heard Regina going back upstairs so presumed that would mean Regina was downstairs. She sorted the coffee machine and switched it on before going to search the rest of the rooms on the bottom floor. She walked into the study looking around and seeing no one she walked towards the patio doors heading out to the garden. She noticed one door was slightly open and walked out looking around. She spotted Regina sat on the swing bench on the patio, a blanket around her and staring out to the big garden.
Emma walked over to her and stopped the bench from swinging. Sitting down she used her feet to make the bench swing again. "Hey…" Emma said breaking into the silence. Regina didn't say anything and didn't look her way. Emma sighed and stared out into the garden. "So…I heard you playing the piano earlier. Your pretty good."
"I had a lot of time to learn." Regina said quietly still not looking at Emma. "A whole twenty-eight years of it."
Emma nodded. "Yep. That is a lot of time to learn."
"What do you want Miss Swan?" Regina sighed in out frustration.
"Nothing really. Why do you always think I want something from you?" Emma asked.
"Because that seems to be the way of things. Someone talks to me, gives me their time, they want something from me. Been like that my whole life and I don't see why that would change now." Regina replied.
Emma was shocked at the honest answer Regina had given her. She hadn't quite expected that answer. "Well I don't want anything from you Regina. I don't expect anything from you. I just want to talk. I want to help you." Emma replied.
"Why do you think talking will help me?" Regina asked.
"It's a proven method to help people in many circumstances." Emma shrugged.
"What so you're a therapist now? Has the bug given you a job." Regina threw back.
Emma rolled her eyes a little. "Talking helps whether you think so or not Regina. If you gave it a chance you might actually find that."
"I have talked. For twenty-eight years I went to Dr Hopper and I talked. I got everything off my chest many many times yet here I am in a depressed state, having already tried to kill myself and taking pills that aren't helping me but making me worse." Regina said.
Emma frowned. "The pills are making you worse? How are they making you worse?"
"They are messing around with my magic and giving me…nightmares…" Regina said slowly. "When I try to use my magic it hurts me…it's like it back fires. The nightmares, they are memories. They are real, they feel like they are happening all over again. When I have them it is as if I am there again, in that moment of time." Regina revealed. She couldn't quite believe she was opening up to Emma but she needed to tell someone. She needed this to be over.
"Are you sure you're not just imaging the magic thing?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You don't believe me?" Regina asked and for the first time she looked at Emma, a hurt look on her face.
"I just think that you have never wanted to take the pills and many try to convince that the pills don't work to try to get off them so…" Emma said trailing off slightly.
"You think I am manipulating you in some way to get you to let me stop taking the pills…is that it?" Regina said, she could feel herself getting angry and frustrated and she knew her magic would work its way up her body. She knew she needed to calm herself down.
"Well…" Emma started but trailed off again. She didn't want to doubt Regina but she couldn't help it. "The nightmares are probably a normal side effect to what you are going through."
"You never answered the question. You think I am manipulating you…"
"I think your very good at getting what you want…" Emma said.
"You think I am manipulating you…" Regina repeated.
"Yes." Emma breathed out in frustration. "I do. I think you know how to use manipulation to get what you want. No matter what state of mind you are in. You are not a stupid woman Regina. You have never wanted to take those pills and yes I think you are manipulating me into thinking they aren't helping you and are making you worse so that I will just agree for you not to take them."
Regina didn't say a word. Her anger was rising up in her and she tried to hold her emotions in. She stood up from the bench, her blanket wrapped around her and she walked past Emma and over to the patio doors. "You're wrong." Regina said before walking into the house. Emma closed her eyes feeling all the progress she had made with Regina slipping away as she disappeared into the house. Regina quickly walked through the house and ran up the stairs towards her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it clutching her arm as pain shot up and down it. the magic fighting to break free but being blocked. Tears in her eyes she rested her head against the door trying to breath and fight down her emotions and stop the pain.
Henry peered out of his room as he heard one of the bedroom doors slam shut. He presumed it was his mothers. it sounded like it came from the end of the hall where his mothers room was. He walked out of his room and down the hall to where his mother's room was. He looked at the door, lifted his hand and was about to knock when he changed his mind. He leaned forward and frowned a little as he could hear his mother crying on the other side of the door. He wanted to comfort her but he wasn't sure if he would be able to. He sighed and changed his mind again and he knocked on the door lightly. "Mom? Are you okay?"
"I'm…fine Henry…Just go get breakfast." Came her reply and Henry could tell by her voice she was upset but he didn't want to push her. So he turned on his heel and made his way down the stairs.
As he reached the bottom he saw his blonde mother walking out of the kitchen. "Why is my mom crying? What happened?" Henry asked.
"It's fine kid…" Emma started.
"No its not!" Henry shouted surprising Emma. "It's not fine. She's crying and I can't help her. What did you do?"
"Henry I didn't…"
"No! Don't deny it! You said something to her to make her upset." Henry shouted.
"She was already upset before I said anything Henry. She is depressed." Emma shouted back. "Don't you get it? She is not going to get better in a few days just because you start acting nice to her, giving her attention an cuddles. She is depressed. She tried to kill herself. It doesn't just take a few days to get over that and it doesn't make her change who she is."
Henry stood, glaring at Emma for a minute. He then stormed past her, pushing into her as he walked towards the front door. He grabbed his coat and his bag and turned round to look at Emma, giving her a glare that was so like Regina it surprised her. "I'm not stupid. I know she won't get better in a few days but it doesn't mean I can't hope and it doesn't mean she can't change." He said before turning round and storming out the house, slamming the front door behind him.
Emma sighed and closed her eyes. She knew she had gone too far when she had shouted at Henry. She knew she probably shouldn't have said what she did to him but maybe it was what he needed to hear. She had screwed up with both Mills and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. "Well this day is going to be great!" Emma muttered as she walked into the living room and threw herself down onto the sofa.