A/N:

Hey guys! So this story is basically based off an OC I made in a Once Upon A Time forum and enjoyed writing up her history and thought, this might be a fun story to write. Plus, a friend of mine made a story of her OC and it was great, so I wanted to try it out myself with own character.

So here goes nothing! Hope you guys enjoy it.

~Daisy

Feeling Scared and Disappointed isn't Anything New

"Please, stop..." I choked in between sobs.

"Or else what?" The girl who lead the small group asked, her hands resting on her hips and a smirk slowly forming on her lips. "Your evil daddy will hurt us? That monster can't even take care of himself."

I took another step backwards trying to put as much distance between the others and myself, but felt the cold rough bark of the tree pressed against my back keeping me stuck in place.

"No where left to run now, witch." She mocked as she took another step closer. "Some of us have little siblings in your class and they told us that you're the one who hurt my littls sis. You see, I'm responsible for taking care of her and everyone knows I'm not big on second chances."

I closed my eyes tight and clenched my hands into fists and with whatever will power I had left, I forced myself to not cry. I hated the idea of giving them the satisfaction of seeing me in pain- it's what they wanted after all.

"Hey Nance, cool yourself down a bit, would you?" A boy who looked no more than two years older than me, unlike the rest who look between the age of twelve and thirteen, told the leader of the group.

For a second, my heart lighten up at the sight of someone interfering for me. It was the first time anyone has tried to fight for my safety. Some kids would look at me with pity and a slight interest of helping me, but they never made a move. A small smile tugged at my lips, the first time in weeks since I felt hopeful.

However, when Nancy raised her hand to silence him, he locked his dark brown eyes to mine: a look of apology. Then, my heart sank when he looked down and took a step back, obeying his master.

Ignoring them, I turned to face the tree and began to climb. I know that climbing the tree would ensure my getting stuck and surrounded, but it sure did beat getting hurt. I doubted they were cruel enough to beat an eight year old kid, but I rather not see and find out.

I was about half way up the tree when I felt someone tugging at my ankle. Instintively, I used my other foot to kick whoever it was. I heard a cry and sparing a second to look below and I felt the blood drain from my face.

"You... witch!" Nance growled, covering her nose with both hands, red blood slipping between her fingers. "Get her off the tree! She's dead!"

Panicked, I turned my gaze up the tree and tried my best to climb as quickly as possible. My father always told me I shouldn't climb trees, but if I did, I needed to practice more to become better at it. Of all the times I didn't listen to him, I wished this was not one I came to regret.

My hands screamed in pain with all the scratches and cuts on my palms, my feet slipping, so I was getting no more higher than an inch with every kick. I never thought I would want my father here with me and scare the bullies away with his powers, but I knew even if he were here, he wouldn't do anything but talk. Feeling a hand wrap around my ankle, this time with a tight grip, I squeezed my eyes shut knowing whatever came next would be my end.

One Year Earlier

I hate my life.

I hate my parents for having me.

I hate my mother for marrying my father.

I hate my father for being the Dark One.

I hate myself for hating my parents.

I know my father meant well when he decided to take on the Dark One curse. In a way, it was my fault. With the love of his life slowly dying during labor, what else could he do to save her? At times, I wondered if he did it to save her or the both of us. Maybe he blamed me for forcing his hand in taking the evil power.

"Why do you have to be that way? Your father loves us both dearly. He did what he did to save us both."

My mother Selena would always tell me that everyday I came back from school crying because every kid made fun of me and hated me: all because my father was the Dark One. I suppose believing that he didn't love me is a bit dramatic. However, how didn't he think about how his daughter's life would be like when she grew up? He had to know the other children would fear him, call her names, have no friends.

It wasn't fair.

"Alexandra dear, what are you doing up in that old maple tree?" I heard my father's voice calling me from the bottom of the branch I laid on.

"Sleeping." I replied back lazily.

"That's strange, I do not recall my daughter ever sleep talking before."

I rolled my eyes knowing he couldn't see me. "What do you want?"

"I... thought I would walk you to school today," my father's voice came out unsure.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn't stop the sigh that came out of my mouth. My father knew how I felt about being seen around him, and I hated to make him feel bad, but...

"I'll tell your mother to take-"

"No, it's fine." I stopped him. As upset as my entire life made me, I didn't want to act so harsh. He was my father after all and I needed to obey my parents no matter what.

I hung my head over the edge to look down at my father. Seeing his strong built structure, his calm eyes looking up at me and that horrible black cloak hanging around his shoulders made me confused on how I truly felt about him.

I loved my parents and I had to respect them no matter what. So, I did what I do best: be a good obedient daughter.

The walk to school alongside my father was silent and uneventful for more than half the way. I wasn't sure what I could bring up as small talk and the way my father kept glancing over to me, I could tell he was struggling to say something as well.

"So, are any of your friends birthdays coming up?"

"I don't have any friends."

Silence.

Maybe I wasn't trying hard enough to act like I was enjoying his company when any other kid would love it if their parents walked them to school, but it was so hard. Every time I looked at him, I felt an anger rise up in me and my first instinct was to push him away.

"It's Jonathan's birthday today." I said plainly.

"Is that the boy who walks by our street everyday?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

Now, don't think that just because I know that Jonathan walks by my house everyday after school, or how he sometimes likes to do tricks along the way, or how he always wears a serious face after school days where he and his friends get into arguments is because I like him or anything weird like that. He lives two houses away from mine and we also have the same recess time and I occasionally see him between classes. That's it. I mean, sure he has really nice eyes that always make me feel relaxed and whenever he looks at me he never seems scared or angry at me; when all the other students do.

No. I take that back. Jamie is another kid at the school who doesn't fear me. She does get nervous when my father is around, but she always politely excuses herself.

Everyone else, they will run or hide, or ignore me or the brave ones wil taunt me.

"Will there be a birthday party for Jason?"

"Jonathan." I corrected him. "And I don't know."

I wouldn't be invited anyways.

As nice as Jonathan was to me, he liked to hang around in the cool kids group which was made up of every desperate kid who wanted to get Nancy's attention and stay on her good side. I wanted to resent him for being involved with that dumb group, but it felt like a waste of time and energy. Why should I care if he wanted to be like them, he wasn't my friend. Yet, I still felt a personal attack from that.

Shaking my head, I dismissed the thought away.

"Well, you will still need to ask your mother for permission, but if you want to go, you may. Have a good time."

I wanted to hit my head against a tree bark in frustration. My father sometimes made it so hard to stay mad at him. Here I am feeling annoyed that he offered me to walk me to school and he goes and gives me permission to go over to a supposed friend's house even though he didn't know who it was and knew it was a bboy.

"Thanks dad."

There you have it. How my father and mine's conversations typically went. Short and awkward.

The rest of the walk was just us walking along side each other and the only sound to be heard was the shuffling of feet as people rushed in the opposite direction of us and a hushed murmur from those who stood at a great distance from us and watching us cautiously.

Everyday life for me. Trust me, you never get use to it.

Once we reached the front gate of the school, my father examined the area, looking a bit wary.

"Is it safe for you to be walking alone here everyday for school?"

"Yes." I said quickly. "There's always a lot of kids around here this early."

When my father gestured around to the baren schoolyard and raised an eyebrow at me I sighed and pointed at him.

He seemed to understand what I was trying to say because his face dropped. "Oh, I see. Well then, I should be going now. I do not want to be late for work."

I wasn't sure what to do. Maybe I should try to reassure him or maybe thank him for walking with me and give him a hug, but I didn't.

"Okay. I'll see you later at home."

Seeing that I was standing firmly where I stood, my father took the hint and turn and walked back the way we came from.

Sighing again, I turned my attention back to the front door of the school, but I heard a cracking sound like someone just stepped on a dried up leaf and caught a slight but fast movement in the cornor of my eyes and knew it was too late.

A slippery warm liquid ran down the top of my head and I heard the sound of laughter surrounding me.

"Oh! My bad!" Nancy shouted in mock worry. "My breakfast fell on top of your head."

I wrinkled my nose in discust when a thin stream of egg slid down my forehead.

I didn't say anything. As sad as it is, this was not the first time this had happened to me. The first few times I had an egg cracked over me I began to cry which only made everyone laugh more and do the prank oftenly. Most the younger kids stood away from the scene, probably afraid they might be the next target, but all the older kids stood in a circle around me to witness my embarrassment. And it didn't help that I was so much shorter than all the big kids.

"She looks so red, maybe she could cook that egg on her head and you can have your breakfast back."

"I wouldn't eat anything that came into contact with her." Nancy gasped. "It might kill me."

"Or you might get turned into a bug!" A kid in the crowd yelled to her.

"Exactly."

Nancy walked around me slowly, expecting the mess she made on me. All I was to her was a toy that never got boring and she could do what she liked to me. And as much as I hated it, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I've tried to fight back, but that made the tricks played on me worse. The only thing I found that caused less of a mess was just standing there and waiting until I was left alone.

Standing in front of me, Nancy smiled evilly. "Not going to call your daddy back?"

I looked away from her and caught sight of the one person that she didn't know whether to be glad that he was the only big kid who didn't laugh at her or to hate him for just standing there and letting this happen.

Nancy turned around to face the crowd and lifted her arms up like she was presenting the coolest thing in the world.

"I dedicate this masterpiece to Jonny, the birthday boy!"

Everyone there started to clap and whoop.

"I hope you like this Jonathan. I know everyone else does."

After a few minutes of cheering and congratulating Jonathan on his double digit birthday, the crowd slowly disappeared into the school and a few teachers began to call out to those who were in their class. Where were the teachers when I needed them? Eventually, Jonathan and I were the last ones standing in the school yard. I thought he would apologize or start to laugh, but instead he tried to meet my eyes, but quickly looked away and for that split second our eyes did meet, I could have sworn I saw embarrassment fill his expression. Did he pity me or was he really embarrassed and sorry because the reason for my being played with today was for his birhtday?

The idea that he might feel sorry for me rather than helping me made my entire body tingle with fury.

"I'm..." Jonathan started to say, but as curious as I was to know what he was going to say, I swirled on my feet and started for the school bathrooms.

"Wait! I-" he tried to say, but that was when I decided that I didn't care what he said and ran away from him.

I didn't care if it was his birthday and he didn't want Nancy to do this to me. I made my decisions and chose to hate him.

Life was easier if I was just alone.