"Don't hurt her," Mary Margaret says as Emma and Regina stand in front of me, I have to admit, I am a little scared. They turn to her and she shyly adds, "she may be innocent."
"Let's see shall we," Regina smiles sweetly, removes Hook's handkerchief and shows me a chocolate bar, "what do you know?"
"I don't take candy from strangers," I smile. You can tell this annoys her, I don't know why I say it but I'm not feeling too friendly after being tied up and her motherly love act isn't fooling me.
"Kid, tell us what you know and we'll help you get to your parents." Emma offers, obviously forgetting our previous conversation.
"My mum doesn't care about me and my dad lives far away, with his new family. Do you really think I'd give a damn if I never saw them again?" Why am I being so reluctant, this woman, these women? Want their child back, why am I standing in the way?
Mary Margaret pulls them back, they discuss something about mothers and when they finish Mary Margaret comes over to me and the others stand back.
"Hey, if you don't want your parents, we can help you get adopted," at least she tried to be nice.
"I'm 17, what family would want a kid that would be gone in a year?" I start to think about how hopeless this situation is, I won't even get any parents will I? No one who loves me, to tuck me in at night and read me stories, "plus, you're from America, they'd send me home to England, I'd be screwed. In some run down orphanage, this isn't Tracy Beaker."
"What's Tracy Beaker?" Sure, that's what she focuses on.
"Some TV show from when I was a kid."
"Just tell me where Henry is, please. They want his heart."
"His heart? What? No... that's screwed up!"
"Yes, his heart. Pan wants it for something, we don't know what."
"I don't know how to get to the camp, I don't even know why I'm here. I'm sorry I can't help." I start to feel off again. My head starts to compress and I feel another episode coming, they can't see it. They'll kill me, I'm too screwed up.
I stand up, "can I get some air?"
"No." Regina moves in a binds my legs with whatever weird crap she did before.
I feel myself being held down and grabbed at.
I feel restraints round my neck.
I begin to scream with what little air I have left.
In the distance I can hear screams, vague sounds of voices.
When I come down I sit up and rest my back against the stone wall.
They saw.
They saw everything.
They'll laugh at me.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
No.
No.
Nonononononononononono.
I slowly start tapping my head on the wall, harder and harder until all I can hear is pain.
Again.
Screaming.
Men.
Grabbing me.
Out in the woods.
Screaming.