Very little left
Caitlyn S asked for a oneshot of Emma being the Dark One but her Saviour self still being in her brain.
Agony- sheer agony. That is the only way to describe what is going on inside of my head. It's like two bulls constantly crashing into each other and locking horns. But I like the agony, it helps me remember that I have a good side (or at least used to have one) and it's putting up a fight against the darkness. But with each day a little edge is taken off of the agony. And I know exactly why that is happening- because the darkness is getting stronger and the light is getting dimmer. One day I worry that I'll wake up and there will be no internal struggle- because I will not have two sides battling against one and other. There will only be darkness. I just feel so hateful all the time. But at least when I go to act on my hatred the light still inside of me flares up and the agony becomes too debilitating to stand or keep my eyes open let alone throw a fireball at my parents for abandoning me or Rumple for not being able to handle being the dark one meaning I had to take this pain. Or even Regina. I shouldn't have saved that stupid bitch, I should have let her take this…even just thinking that causes the agony. But I don't mind- it shows I don't really think like that. The minute there is no agony is the minute I know I am gone.