Trina managed to get Regina out of the house, and she even managed to get her to enjoy herself.

Each day that went by Trina got Regina to smile just a little bit more. She got Regina out of her dark and lonely thoughts. She knew that Regina suffered from what this world called depression.

She knew because when they first arrived 28 years ago, she did too. She still has her days especially now with Tom's death, but she spoke to people and saw people for help. Regina never did.

Regina still has it engraved in her head that asking for help or talking about her feelings makes her weak. Mother made sure they wouldn't be weak.

When they first arrived, Trina partied. She partied hard. She drank and she did drugs. She doesn't do those things anymore for the sake of her daughter but she would still have a drink or two.

Regina tried partying but Trina was much wilder than she was. Regina also tried drugs, but she didn't do nearly as much as her sister. If Trina tried, she could probably get her to smoke some weed but nothing stronger.

Regina's coping method was darker than Trina's. Regina's thoughts in the beginning were dark. So dark she thought she had no way out, no way of finding peace.

Regina's life has been filled with so much sorrow she didn't care what happened to her. She didn't feel much anymore. It started by accident.

One day when Regina was in the kitchen making dinner, chopping vegetables for a salad she pricked her finger. The sharp knife slid across her finger with ease before the dark red blood spilled from the pad of her finger.

She dropped the knife, turning toward the sink to clean out the cut. Once rinsed she looked at it closely. The way her skin separated on each side interested her. She shook her head, trying to clear herself of the strange thoughts.

She finished making dinner and that was that. No more thoughts, no more accidents. Until a week later when she's sitting on the edge of her bathtub shaving her legs.

Trina had basically forced Regina to get ready for another night out. Another night of partying followed by drugs and alcohol. Regina hated partying, she hated people. She would rather spend her days in bed sleeping.

She was shaving her legs carefully when the razor nicked her skin. She dropped the razor into the tub and covered the cut with her hand. After a moment she let go of her leg and stood up, walking toward the cabinet above the sink. She opened it up and grabbed a bandage.

She applied the bandage to her leg and sat on the ledge of the tub again. She grabbed the razor from inside the tub and just held it for a moment. Bringing it close to her face, she studied it.

It was a traditional cut throat razor with a deep brown handle made of real wood. This razor was actually a gift from her father, and she brought it with her from the Enchanted Forest.

For how old the thing was it was in surprisingly good condition, mainly because of the care she took of it.

The wooden handle was always held gently, careful not to be too rough. The razor blade inside was actually not the original one but a replacement. She took excellent care of the razor.

The same, sadly could not be said about herself. She pressed the dull side of the blade against her hands, the metal cold against her skin. For a moment she wondered what it would be like if she dragged the sharp side across her skin.

She wondered what it would be like to die. "What happens after death?" she wondered. She wondered if the curse would break, if so, who would miss her?

Trina. Trina would miss her. Her own twin, her sister. Her friend. Her family. Trina was everything. Regina was about to set the razor down when Trina knocked on the door.

"Ree! Hurry it up in there! We're gonna be late!" Trina's voice filtered through the door.

"I'mcoming!" Regina shouted back. Knocked out of her thoughts Regina quickly got dressed and did her makeup.

The first time she did slide the razor against her skin was after an incident with a man that left her feeling, used, broken and dirty. She had made her way to the bathroom slowly and grabbed the razor from beneath the sink.

She crawled into the shower and turned it on to a scalding hot. Instead of looking at it in thought like she had previously, she brought the razor quickly across her thighs.

She cut and cut, over and over again. She cut until her forearm was tired from gripping the sharp object tightly in her grasp. Blood poured from her wounds down the drain of the shower.

She let the razor fall from her fingers and sat with the scalding hot water rain down on her from above. Tears poured from her face, "Trina can never know!" She shouted in her mind.

Regina had started going to therapy outside of town a week after the incident. She was diagnosed with depression and was given a prescription to help. After a while she stopped thinking about death, though she was still hardened on the outside.

She didn't want to throw away her father's razor, seeing as it was one of the only things she had left of him, so she just hid it away in a high place. If it was severely out of her reach she would really have to think about her actions if she went to go grab it.

Shaving became out of the question since the incident and so she waxes instead. She does wax her legs although she prefers not to have them on display. Even though they were in Maine, and it was cold most of the time, in summer it does get hot.

"Ree!" Trina shouted, getting her sister's attention. They had been eating breakfast in the dining room with Venus. "Where we're you just now?"

"Nowhere, just…Are you sure you want to go out today? It's supposed to be really hot…" Regina trails off. Summer is her least favorite season.

"We don't have to wander through town, I know that you're not up for human interaction right now. We could just hang out at the beach, y'know…like we used to" Trina suggested.

"I don't know…"

"Are you worried about…y'know what...?" Trina tried to ask as gently as possible. She knew her sister didn't like to talk about her scars. She knew the reason her sister hated summer was because it was shorts season.

Regina sighed. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. Her sister understood. They understood each other on a level nobody else could. They always have.

"I didn't mind too much before, when I knew no one would remember but now…Everyone is awake now, and knowing how much hatred they share for me, they'll stare and gossip. I just don't want to deal with it."

Trina nodded, "I can't say that I know what you're feeling but I think I understand. I don't want to push you if you really don't want to, but maybe getting out of the house might make you feel a little better."

Regina knew that sitting in the house wouldn't help her mental state. But the chances of it getting better out of the house isn't that good either. She knows they'll run into someone. The town isn't that big.

"How about I give you an hour to decide if you want to go out and you let me know. I would like to take Venus to the beach, we could build sandcastles and have a picnic and complain about the seagulls trying to steal our food…" Trina finished her food and cleaned up her and Venus's plates.

Regina sat at the table, trying desperately to eat just a little bit of food. Once she got about 3 bites down she gave up trying.

"Nobody really likes the beach…right? Most people would want to go to the community pool so as not to deal with getting sand in unmentionable places…"

"Fine…" Regina sighed to herself. She grabbed her plate and followed her sister into the kitchen.

"Okay, you've got me. We can go to the beach. Just…be patient with me."

"Always Ree" Trina smiled at her sister as she finished washing all their dishes. "I'll go find us some cute bathing suits and cover ups! Do you mind watching Venus?" Trina said excitedly.

"Of course I'll watch her, I'll tell her all the crazy things about you."

Trina laughed before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. Regina walked back into the dining room and grabbed Venus from the highchair.

"Oh Vivi, what have I gotten myself into now?"

TBC…