Apology: I am very sorry I didn't update yesterday. It takes to write a good chapter, watch Titanic, and Mean Girls. God I have no life. Anyway, here is the chaoter you have been waiting for.

Emma's POV

Chapter 11: Truth

I woke up in a hospital bed. Dad was standing at the side of my bed, and I couldn't remember much. I remember leaving school, and Regina telling me we were going to leave town. I got so excited. I was finally going to see the outside world, see something besides Storybrook. The only reference I have is the internet, and that's good, but I want to live in a city. I want to walk along a busy city sidewalk, hear tons of horns honking all at once, and just take in life. Then, I don't remember anything.

"Emma?" Dad asked, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think I'm fine." I replied. I didn't feel any broken bones or anything. I assume it would hurt a lot, but I didn't feel any pain except my headache.

"Now it's time for me to yell at you." Dad said, and my heart sank. "What were you thinking? You just leave school? You know that's not right!"

How was I going to explain that I lied to Dad about the question I wrote? I didn't even want to explain the letter. My headache suddenly got worse and started pounding. I just wanted to roll over and go to bed, but I knew I couldn't. I had to let Dad yell at me, because I deserved it. I didn't know that leaving with Regina was wrong; she was my mom! I saw kids leave with their moms all the time. I'd explain it after Dad was done.

I sighed and patiently waited for Dad to stop yelling about how "you should have known better", and "you're much smarter than this".

"I can explain." I said, my stomach in knots. Here was where I had to admit to Dad that I was even worse of a daughter than he already thought. Here was where Dad was about to hate me.

"Remember when I told you that we had to write letters to the Mayor, and I asked if was hard?" I prompted, and Dad nodded. "I asked her something different."

"What did you ask?" Dad asked, taking a deep breath.

"Okay, so my book says-" I started, but Dad cut me off.

"The book that went missing? You found it?" He asked.

"I never lost it." I said, and just kept going. If I stopped again, I wouldn't finish. "And it says that all of Storybrook is cursed, and some people remember. Most people don't, but there are few people that remember who they were. I asked the Mayor if she remembered who she was, just as a joke, but she wrote back saying that she did. She said she was mother. She said she was Snow White." I explained, completely out of breath at the end. I didn't take any breaths in between sentences because I had to get it all out.

Dad looked around for people, but no one was around.

"How far did you get in that book?" He asked.

"I finished it. It's under my bed." I admitted, and Dad put his head in his hands.

"This isn't the place to have a discussion like this. Emma, we'll have this discussion when you're let out of the hospital." Dad said. "I have to go, okay?"

I nodded, and Dad left the room.

"I love you!" I called, and I heard a faint reply.

"I love you, too!" Dad's voice called, and I smiled. I was happy to see that he didn't hate me for lying to him. It made me feel better.

I rolled over in the hospital bed and slipped into sleep.

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A few hours later, I was told I could leave the hospital, and Dad took me home. When we got inside, he wanted me to get the book out. I ran up to my room, retrieved the book, and flipped through it.

"Emma, we need to talk." Dad said. "I know you read the book, but how many times did you read it?"

"Just once." I said. "I finished it yesterday. Baby Emma is so cute."

"So, you don't think they're real." Dad supplied, and I had to think about it. I wished they were real. They made my life seem so much more exciting. If I was reading about Red Riding Hood, I could pretend that I was a werewolf, and that was definitely more exciting than being Emma, normal resident of Storybrook. There weren't even a hundred people in the town, and life got pretty boring pretty quick.

"No." I said.

"Okay. I just need to say, stay away from Regina. She's not your mom, trust me on that." Dad said. "And just tell me if anyone says anything about the book. It's not real. Remember that."

"Okay. I'll stay away from Regina. I'm just going to go upstairs." I said, and ran upstairs. I instinctively got on my hands and knees to get under my bed. It took me a minute to comprehend that the book wasn't there anymore, and that I couldn't read it. I couldn't even talk about it. People would think I was crazy anyway.

I sat on my bed, thinking of something that I could do to substitute for reading the book. I had spent the past two days reading that book every spare moment I got at home. Now that it was gone, what was I supposed to do?

Another thing that Dad said hit me like a pound of bricks. Regina wasn't my mom. I was back where I started, with almost no information. Not even a town where she lived. I felt like I was going to cry. I had come so close to having a mom, one that wouldn't leave when the going got tough. One that wouldn't abandon me. Regina offered to take me out of this town, take me far away from here. We'd be a family. That stupid car crash had ruined any chance I had of having mom. I crawled into bed, not really caring what time it was.

I just wanted this day to be over.

A/N: I feel so bad for Emma. SORRY SORRY SORRY for not updating. I'll type another chapter TONIGHT and post it. Might be up around eleven if I'm lucky. Anyway, check back :) R&R!