Emma's body had been submerged in the luke warm water for several minutes now. A strange feeling came over her and she quickly lifted herself from the bottom of the bath. She breathed heavily and managed to stop the lacerations on her arm from bleeding. They were deeper that she anticipated and were extremely painful. She stumbled out of the bath in a confused state and grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around her arm, protecting it from any dirt getting in.
She stared out the window in a daze, unsure of why she slipped under the water but she also felt frustrated that she couldn't stop herself from coming back up. Emma looked at her arms in disgust by what she was doing to herself and what her father was driving her to do. She thought back to the first moment when she saw Regina. She had no idea who she was but she had a kind looking smile and she seemed to be a woman of sophistication. She was soon pulled from her thoughts when she heard the violent shouts coming from her father. The sound rumbled through the thin walls of the bathroom and Emma prayed that she would escape his clutches at least once.
The blonde wrapped the rough white towel around her body and rushed out of the bathroom into her bedroom. As she entered the smell of alcohol and cigarettes still tainted the room and it would never be the same. It was pitch black outside and there wasn't much light shining into the room which made it difficult to manoeuvre around the room. She tore off the sheet that covered the thin mattress and tossed it to the other side of the room. Emma grabbed the blood soaked towel and hid it in the bottom of the shabby wardrobe in order to hide the evidence.
A small pink robe which had a few holes in it hung on top of the door. It wasn't the most pleasant of clothes but it would help to cover her exposed body. She draped it over herself and laid down on the hard floor. Trying to avoid any contact with the mattress.
As she rested her head onto a small pillow that was situated in the corner of the room a cold breeze drifted through the small crack in the window. Emma curled her legs up close to her chest in order to try and retain the body heat that she had left. Her teeth were chattering together but there was no way of stopping her eyes from feeling heavy. After a few minutes she felt herself drift off.
As she slept the thoughts of her father plagued her mind once again. Emma sat in the white room looking around at the plain white walls. It wasn't a place she recognised and there was complete silence. It felt like everything was closing in on her, there was no way of stopping it, shouting and screaming didn't help it just made things worse. The only thing that was familiar was the figure present, she was trapped in the small room with her father. The smell of his vile breath was still lingering and his stomach bulged over his trousers. The sight of him made her stomach turn.
He watched as she tried to squirm away, tears were rolling down her pale face and she was left alone with him again, powerless to stop him. He moved in closer to her, his sadistic smile made her feel more uneasy and his grubby hands were tucked in his pocket.
He seemed to enjoy watching Emma fight to get away from him, he felt in control and had power over her. The blonde tucked her knees in close to her chest, trying to stop him from getting access to her again. He stopped moving closer, instead he sat on the edge of the bed. One hand sifted through her long blonde hair and he inhaled the scent of the apple shampoo that wafted from her hair. He couldn't take his eyes off her, Emma diverted her eyes in the opposite direction. His hands were rough and his breath was hot and clammy against the back of her neck. She felt herself shivering from the cold surrounds of the room and the way her body was being exposed to someone who shouldn't be able to see it. He pulled at her arms trying to release the grip that was covering the rest of her body. As much as she tried to resist she didn't have the strength to push against him.
Her eyes scrunched shut as she tried to block out what was happening, was it a nightmare or was it actually reality.
Before it got worse Emma jolted out of bed, her heart was beating rapidly and her breathing was much deeper than it was compared to when she was asleep. Her clothing was stuck to her back and she felt clammy and shaky. She glanced around the room and realised nothing had changed it was the same as she left it. Emma ran her hands over her body and breathed a sigh of relief that her father hadn't touched her again. She slowly turned over and rested her head on her hands, trying to regain some of the sleep that she had lost.