Emma POV
Ok that's the 8th.... on to the next. I walked down the cold, damp, dark street counting the money I stole from this family. The Millers, "the perfect family" or so it seemed. I have this superpower, I can tell when someone was lying and they all were, to each other, typical. Ok, about 250, I can probably find a motel 6 somewhere. I continued down the street until I found the neon Motel 6 sign, said I was 18 and checked in, I'm set for about a month, or until they find me. I set down my duffle bag and plopped down on the bed, I looked around, this is my life and it sucks. Oh sorry forgot, I'm Emma, Emma Swan. I'm 16 and I'm a foster child, have been all my life, I guess you can say I'm lost. But whatever, I don't need anyone but myself, that's just what I'm used to. I'm kinda on the run form New Yorks fucked up Foster system. I keep on being moved because of my "behavioral issues" I DO NOT have issues. When a giant rodent called Kevin runs in your room and writes in your diary of course you would threaten him......with a cleaver. Right? Right? No just me, I don't know I've always had the urge to just hurt people, I'm not ashamed or scared, I accept it and try not to act on it. Now that I think about it, I always act on it, but I honestly don't care.
I get up off the bed and empty out my duffle bag, the usual pops out then the unusual does.
A clear, shiny bean falls out of my bag. It looks likes nothing so I chuck it on the floor and think nothing of it.
Then I go to the drawers under the small TV, I turn back around to see a swirling circly thing. I just want to jump into it. I see that it's starting to close, so I grab my duffle bag and jump in. Not like I have anything else to loose.
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The Blackest Heart
FanfictionWhen Snow White and Prince Charming tried to transfer all the evil out of their little Emma's heart, Malificent found out then reversed it. So now Emma Swan has a heart as black as her mothers hair. One day, after running form her 8th Foster home...
