Storybrooke High

Chapter 9

Three days later

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

I woke up and realized I've been in this hospital for a long time.

I rubbed my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings. Mary Margaret was standing right in front of me with flowers.

"What the hell happened to me?"

Mary Margaret frowned.
"They don't know, you, like, lost your mind for a little while. They think you have PTSD."

The hell?

"PSTD? From what?" I asked her.

"Transferring to a new school." I frowned at her. "Well according to the doctors. They think your blaming yourself for everything that's been happening."

That part actually was true, but I didn't tell her that.

Mary Margaret squinted her eyes and cocked her head in confusion at me.

"Emma, I feel weird around you. I see strange things in my head." She said.

So does everyone else.

"I'm sorry." I told her.

"Not always bad things, just like dreams." She told me.

She went on some more about her "dreams" but I couldn't listen. I felt really odd myself, like I was getting one of those memories. I think those are the reason that I'm in the hospital in the first place.

Right after I found out Ruby killed Billy, my head started to hurt and I think I..remembered some weird things. It must have been too much for my brain to handle, and I must have passed out.
Well at least that's what I was going with.

I started listening to Mary Margaret again, who knew I hadn't been listening.

She said she had to go to Ruby's, and she hoped that I felt better soon.

I slept in the hospital that night, and continued to have strange dreams, or memories. Whatever they actually were, they were progressing rapidly.

I couldn't stop having them, they were about all kinds of different things. The thing is, I was me, but I wasn't really me. Also, they were so short that I couldn't make any sense of any of them.

I saw a man with hair almost down to his neck, he looked kind of old. I saw him long enough to know who he was; my teacher, Mr.Gold. As odd as it sounds, it wasn't in the memory.

I was on a plane with him, and we were taking, and that's all that I saw before the memory got cut short.

I slept for what felt like a long time, and the memories kept getting longer and more clear.

I saw a boy named Henry, who I called my son, but he also had another mother, who I hated at first. I gave my son up for adoption in one memory, and we reunited.

They kept coming to me in flashes:

I was in jail. Pregnant.

I stole a yellow car.

I did.....magic?

I had different parents.

I kissed the sheriff and then he died.

I was a sheriff.

My sons father died.

I had a big family.

I loved them.

I lived in a town with them.

The town was..magical.

There were a clocktower.

There was this diner..

I was happy.

I saved my son.

I saved the town.

I was happy.

I was happy.

I was happy.