Walls Up

It had been two days since Emma went up in the room. It was the weekend so there was no school. She would quickly grab her plate of food after it being placed outside of the door and locked it back. She just couldn't face Mary Margret. She didn't want to be feed with lies. That was what most of the foster parents did for the first few weeks. They would tell her she was loved and cared for but it would only last a month.

" Emma come on, please come out. Tomorrow you have school and will have to go. Please talk to me. " the voice of Mary Margret was heard right outside the door. Emma sighed. She really had no other choice. She opened the door and sat back down. Mary Margret took it as an open invitation to come sit down. " Look I know you don't trust me. I understand. So I won't pressure you. I can't promise you will stay here. But I will promise that I won't stop looking for the perfect family for you. " She said patting Emma's leg before getting up to leave.

" Wait." She said in a whisper. Mary Margret turned. " Thanks. " was all she said. Mary Margret smiled and left without a word. She would let Emma come when she was ready. Emma decided she had something that had been bothering her since the day Henry came over. She walked down stairs to find Mary Margret sitting on the sofa. Emma walked over slowly and cleared her throat. Mary Margret turned and smiled. " Could I talk to you about something? " Emma asked.

' Of course, sit down." She said and Emma sat down with a good enough of distant between them. She placed her hands in her lap and took a deep breath.

" Where did Henry get that book?" She asked. She needed to know the story behind this.

" From me. Emma you have to understand, Henry is a very lonely boy. " She said and before she could continue, Emma spoke.

" But he has a mom. At least he has someone who wants him. " She said and winced a bit. She knew what it was like to be lonely and Henry couldn't be lonely.

" I know. But well Regina isn't the most caring person. She takes care of him but her love could be questionable. Henry could come off as a bit weird to other kids so he doesn't have well none. So be patient with him. That is why I gave him the book, for hope. Because all fairy tales story are about hope and happy ending. That was what this book is for Henry. Henry also likes to believe the stories are real. But he is a young boy, thirteen. He has a right to believe in happy endings. And don't worry he talks to Achies, his therapist. " Mary Margret explained

" Okay I understand. I think I need to talk to Henry. " She said and Mary Margret starred. She was still a bit confused about why she wanted to talk about this anyways and now wondered what happened to between the pair.

" Emma what is going on? Did Henry tell you something. " She asked a bit worried. Emma got up and shook her head.

" It's nothing. I will be back. " Emma said and there it was again. Her walls went up. She got the information she needed and wasn't caring what else Mary Margret had to say. Even though she finally came out the room, she still didn't trust Mary Margret to tell her lies and she didn't trust herself to not get close to this women.

" Wait Emma you can't just leave. You are only thirteen years old, a child. I can't let you walk around alone. " Mary Margret said. It was true. She was young. Emma knew it and now realized she didn't know this place. She had to ask for Mary Margret's help. She sighed facing her.

" Could you bring to wherever Henry is... I don't exactly know where he is. " Emma asked. She hated needing help. But truth be told, she was young. All she ever wanted was someone to help her. Mary Margret smiled knowing exactly where he was. She grabbed her keys and looked at Emma.

" Lets go. " She said and Emma happily followed her. She just hoped that Mary Margret would finally be the one to be different.

Mary Margret sat in the car with her legs up on the dashboard. She was true Emma would be a bit with Henry and wasn't planning to leave. Meanwhile Emma walked down the beach to the old broken down wooden castle where Henry sat. He was holding the storybook in his hand. Even though Emma didn't believe him, she didn't want to bash his hopes. He was a nice kid.

"Hey Henry. " She said calmly as she came up to him. He looked up and she noticed he had been crying. She frowned and leap up beside him. " Are you okay? I am sorry about before. " She said. She knew exactly how he felt. He looked down at his hands.

" It is okay, I shouldn't had expect you to believe. But I wasn't crying because of you. My mother... she screamed at me. She said I couldn't talk to you anymore. I understand why.. though I know you won't believe me if I told you. " He said. Emma knew he was right. She had been told some many lies in such a short time that she couldn't put herself through it anymore. But she would if it meant she would have a friend. " Come on tell me. I promise I will listen this time. " She said with a smile.

" This will take a while to explain. So lets agree to meet here after school. My mother knows I come here and wouldn't be mad. After a few meetings then we will be ready to move on with our plans. " He said and Emma raise an eyebrow.

" Plan?" She asked.

" Yes Operation Cobra. Bring back the happy endings. " He said proudly. Boy Henry really was a weird one. But he was the only friend she got and knew deep down he was sweet. Emma shuffle in her spot a bit nerves to hear the next part.

" First thing first. Your parents are Snow White and Prince Charming. They sent you through a magical wardrobe to this land before the dark curse reached you so you could come here and break the curse and bring the happiness back. My mother cast the curse after trying everything to destroy your mother's happiness. " Henry said and closed the book and getting up. Emma starred.

" Wait that's it? Where are you going. " She asked. She had been so glued into the book that she almost forgot about the time.

" My mother will be home soon plus I don't want to scare you off with too much. Meet me back here tomorrow. Bye Emma!" he said and waved. Emma looked confused. How could he just leave her in the middle of the story. It still make no sense. Then she shook her head. It didn't matter. It wasn't real. Her parents didn't send her here to be a hero. She was no body. She got up and walked back by Mary Margret. She got in and leaned back in her chair.

" How did it go?" Mary Margret asked as she drove back to her loft. Emma looked down.

" Oh you know fine. We are going to start meeting here after school. " She said. Before she knew it they were back and Emma was relief to get out of the car, she wasn't sure how much longer she could stop her tears. She walked in quickly and Mary Margret could tell something was bothering her. Emma couldn't stand it anymore. She stood in the living room letting the tears roll down. They just poured out. It been so long since she let her walls down but some reason today's events got the best of her and she couldn't take it anymore. She just wanted to be weak.

" Oh sweetheart it's okay." Mary Margret said while wrapping her arms around the girl. She wasn't sure what was wrong nor did it matter. She didn't like seeing any child sad let alone Emma. She felt some kind of weird connection with this girl and she wouldn't let her be upset. For once in Emma's life someone was there for her when she cried.