Masks

by Kween Of Thorn

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."- Jim Morrison. A series of drabbles involving Emma and visiting her life before Storybrook. Rated T for allusions to non consensual acts involving minors and abuse. First story, feedback is appreciated.

2. Mirrors

She's in a hall of mirrors, surrounded by reflections of her. They all stare at her. She stares at all of them. Seven Mirrors surround her. Their eyes the same shade but the look all slightly different.

Mirror 1

Staring at a 3-year-old version of herself. Starting from the two slightly big sneakers on her feet to the longer than normal blue shorts and long sleeved orange t-shirt. Continuing up towards the face, the curly blond hair of her younger self pulled into two ponytails; Emma sees the eyes that used to be filled with light, so much unlike her own. But they were your eyes. These blue-green eyes that shine so bright you think you are looking in an ocean. An ocean of infinite innocence.

A child who hasn't let her rocky start in this world stop her. Watching her 3-year-old self toddle towards those who she thought were going to be her forever family, her happiness. Emma tries to reach out, to stop her! Stop this chain of events. Stop this pain. She reaches out.

She wants to wake from this nightmare.

Her fingers graze the glass.

It shatters.

So Emma turns to the next one….

Author's Note: So if you got this far thank you. The "Mirrors" portion of this Fic are basically little interludes between chapters. Each interlude will be a different "mirror." Thanks for reading.