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Scars

=Ms. Star's P.O.V=

I gave a soft smile to Mr. Gold as he entered the store, a cardboard tray with two drinks in it in one hand. "Morning love"

"Good morning," He placed the drinks down on the counter. "I thought you might want a drink," He motioned to the two cups and pulled one free. "It's coffee, black, no sugar"

I grinned lightly. "If you know how I like my coffee then you know me far too well"

He smiled leaning against the counter slightly. "I was thinking maybe we could get dinner again," He took a drink from his cup. "To make up for what happened the other day"

I nodded lightly. "Sure, when?"

"Tomorrow night?"

I nodded lightly. "Alright, where are we going to go?"

"Come to the store and we'll go from there"

I nodded lightly. "So are jeans and a shirt going to cut it or do you want me to actually dress up?"

His lips quirked slightly in smirk. "Jeans and a shirt will be fine"

I grinned. "Alright then," I took a drink from my cup. "I'll come see you later?"

He nodded lightly leaning over the counter pressing a kiss to my lips before slowly pulling away. "Enjoy the rest of the day Theresa"

I couldn't help but grin brightly as he turned and left.

I hummed softly, my mind beginning to ache dully. I had come to the conclusion every time one of these headaches came on I would retrieve some small scrap of a memory or a vision or whatever the hell is was that I kept having, it was damn annoying and beyond confusing, it was like random pieces of a puzzle and so far none of them seemed to fit together quite right other than this man, Rumpelstiltskin, seemed to be a someone important.

I exhaled sharply gripping the edge of the counter and dropping to my knees before a blinding flash of pain turned my vision white. I gripped at my chest, a tearing pain slicing through it leaving my short of breath and with vision's dancing before my eyes, this time though, this time it was different, just like the last time, this time I was seeing through another's eyes.

I looked around; a chilling wind howled through the burnt decaying trees of the dead forest, I shivered as the cold seeped through every inch of my exposed skin, dagger at the ready to take on whatever decided to attack me.

I looked around slowly before spinning the dagger in hand, it was a damn good dagger, strong sharp blade longer than most with a long thin blade with a deadly sharp point with a decent sized handle wrapped in well worn leather, decorating the end was a deep red tassel, something I'd knotted to the end after I'd first bought it.

I gripped the dagger tighter and turned running towards the cry of help before coming face to face a man on his back, a wolf trying to tear at his throat. I moved quickly delivering a hefty kick to the rabid animal's ribs knocking it sideways before sinking my blade into his chest. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," He took my hand hauling himself up before dusting himself off. "I... uh... thank you"

I nodded lightly gripping the dagger again as another vicious snarl echoed around us, several others following suit. I managed to push him away a few steps as one of the wolves charged and leapt, its claws tearing through my shirt and leaving a deep bleeding wound across the skin underneath.

I fell back biting through the pain, eyes tearing slightly as pain and adrenaline raced through my veins kicking my survival instincts into high gear. I twisted grabbing the blade that had been knocked from my hand and swung blindly at the wolf catching its throat.

I panted softly dropping onto one knee, pain searing across my chest, the deep bloody wound stinging as sweat rolled into the fresh wound, I cringed as I stood, the broken skin tearing even more at my movements.

I turned towards the sound of running footsteps and blinked slowly taking in the four other people that had now joined us, my eyes widening as I took then in before dropping my head immediately as it sunk in who they were.

"Child do not look away, we are grateful you came to aid when you did"

I looked up as one of the women cupped my chin bringing it up slowly, my chest heaving from the exertion, pain and from each expansion and contraction of my lungs. "The outlands are a dangerous place," I touched the bleeding wound of my chest wincing slightly. "I should know"

"I think for her service's she deserves a gift"

I moved my eyes from the brunette to the blonde who had spoken. "A gift?"

She nodded as did the red head. "What kind of gift?"

"I think we all know what kind of gift this young one deserves"

I shifted slightly moving my eyes over to the tallest male, his grey eyes settling on mine as I swallowed roughly before the brunette before me moved away to rejoin her group. I watched them curiously as made a circle, hand clasped together in front of them in a sort of praying like motion, I suddenly felt nervous, I had no idea what to expect to come from this.

I stood slowly looking to my hand; it was coated in thick red blood, my thick red blood. I swallowed harshly rushing to the bathroom before stalling in the doorway, the mirror reflecting exactly what I feared.

I reached up touching the wound watching my mirrored reflection do the same, the spot was numb I couldn't feel a thing through that piece of my chest. What the hell just happened? I looked down at the blood dripping from my hands to leave small droplets on the floor; it was almost unreal, like it wasn't even my blood.

I looked slowly towards the mirror again before stepping towards it and reached out placing a bloody wet hand on the cool glass; I shook my head lightly and quickly washed my hands, my tank top was stained with blood, the deep gash still bleeding. I ran my finger carefully along the new wound, it started in the middle of my left shoulder running horizontally across my chest dipping down to my breast before stopping in the middle of my chest, the area around the wound puffy and red as it began to swell slightly.

I washed most of the blood away and wiped the mirror clean before giving another hesitant glance into the mirror, I almost choked and gingerly touched the wound as it began to scar, a deep jagged scar replacing the bloody wet wound right before my eyes.

I stepped back from the mirror hazarding a glance at my chest before turning and grabbing my hoodie as I passed by the small office. I fished out my keys quickly placing the money from the till into the safe and started out the door keeping my hoodie clutched tight as I locked the front door and headed for my F1. I needed to go home, I needed a stiff drink and to think about everything that had just happened; I stalled as I settled in the driver's seat before looking down the main street. I need to read that bloody book.

Another update will be along shortly, just having writing and technical issues at the moment. I've even got my shit together and started doing some art so that will be up soon on my DA account.