The Evil Queens Daughter

Chapter 21

Nothing much has happened, no one to talk to, except myself, an interesting conversation with an interesting person. It's nice to have time to think, but I had so much that it drove me to the point of madness. I always considered turning back, saying sorry, but that's giving up. Then there were times that I wondered if I should just end the confusion and die. God I need a hobby. This is what it's like being the Dark One. You don't know what to do, you're conflicted with yourself. I kept tabs on Mum, and Dad, and Henry and all my friends.
One day I was sitting in my 'throne room' as it were. Basically it's a room with fancy chair, and a table and a mirror. I was speculating my choice as usual, and also looking at the blade in which my name was engraved. I was twisting and turning it. I was having the usual conversation with myself. It was almost like I was talking to the Dark One, and the Dark One had control of my body and my mind. The only thing the real me had control of was my heart that ached, not being able to really do what I wanted. Yes, that's the best way to explain being the Dark One. There's two minds in one body, and the Dark One pushes the original mind into the heart where it is caged and corrupted.
" Summer! Come out here! " I heard Charming shout from outside the castle. How thin are these walls? I rolled my eyes, why should I do what this Shepard is telling me to do? Then again, it could be amusing. I got off my chair and walked out. I opened the door that led out to the moor. Everyone was standing, ready for a fight.
" Look at this! A house welcoming party! " I teased. I flicked my hand and they were disarmed and paralysed. I started to pace around them, inspecting each of their faces.
" Summer! That's the darkness inside of you, making you be like this, " Mum tried to reason. I laughed, it was so true, it was making me do this. It also made me see clearly, love is weakness. A motto my family had tried to run away from, now I accepted it. Cora tried to love Mum, Mum rejected her. Mum loved Daniel and Dad, they were taken away because of Cora. Zelena thought she had found a home, her adoptive father tells her she's wicked. Do you see the pattern? Those who are close to us, hurt us.
" So what are you? A therapist? Here was me thinking that was Archie's job, " I smirked at her, " What are you going to tell me now? That I can fight this? That the real me is in here? Well I can tell you your right, " I said cryptically. Everyone looked puzzled. I sighed and rolled my eyes and muttered something under my breath.
" Well, why don't you fight it? " Dad asked. I unfroze them all, they can't touch me with my magic.
" Because I don't want to. I see clearly now, that I can't be hurt because there's no one to love and hurt me. Honestly, it's very helpful, " I told them, " Now go away, before I turn you into garden ornaments, " I snapped. Snow approached me grabbed my hand.
" I refuse to believe that. You won't hurt us, " She smiled. I don't know what happened, I just had a sort of instinct. I used my magic and Snow went flying backwards and landed on the ground. I raised my head.
" Looks like you were wrong, " I spat. I turned and walked into the castle.
" Summer! " Emma called. I hated myself for doing that to someone I cared for but I can't show that. That must mean I'm still here. I wanted to shout it out, I'm here, help, save me, I love you. All words that are banned from the Dark Ones tongue. I summoned a bow and a quiver of arrows, and a table full of bottles. I had found a way to channel my anger. Shooing bottles. I aimed the arrow at a red bottle. I took a deep breath and let the arrow fly, hitting the red bottle and shattering it into pieces. The shards of sparkling glass were sprawled across the floor.
" I'm not the Dark One! " I screamed. The room was empty and I felt like this is the only way I could tell everyone. It felt liberating, freeing. A tear ran down my cheek.
" Jeez love, calm down, " A man said behind me. I turned around, anger now filling me. I started to choke him.
" Who the hell are you? " I snarled, the I recognised him, " You're from StoryBrooke, " I looked at his features. I let go of my death grip and he tumbled to the floor. I sauntered over to my chair to seem more intimidating. They stood up and rubbed their throat. He nodded.
" I am from StoryBrooke, they call me Will Scarlett, " he told me in his thick London accent. I raised my head. Of course, Will. I remember him.
" Leave now, unless you'd like to be the first to stay in my dungeons, " I commanded. He laughed, why was he laughing?
" You really think none of us see through this little act? Well that's what it is innit? The Dark One makes you want to be strong and powerful, but that's not you, " he leaned against the wall, " You want to be loved, " how does he know?