Chapter 20

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Emma parked out front of Dr. Hopper's office and walked inside. When she got inside she saw Dr. Hopper at his desk looking down at some papers. Then Dr. Hopper looked up and saw Emma standing in the door way.

"Well, Hello, Emma!" he said cheerfully. Emma just stood there and didn't say a word. "Come on in. Take a seat." he said trying to make Emma feel comfortable. She wasn't comfortable at all. She took a seat anyway. "So, Emma. I heard that you have a very bad depression problem." Emma nodded and Dr. Hopper continued. "Ok so, what do you think causes your depression. What was your childhood like?"

Emma let out a sigh and then let it all out. "Well...I'm an orphan. When I was a little girl I never could comprehend why my parents abandoned me. I thought there was something wrong with me. I went from foster home to foster home. I could never find a place where I truly belong. When I became a teenager I felt horrible. I thought that no one wanted a teen as a daughter. One day when I was in a foster home with this lady named Ingrid, I saw a knife. Everyone was outside playing around. I took the knife and scurried off to the bathroom. I cut myself once and then totally regretted it. I cleaned myself up and then the knife. I put the knife back and forgot it ever happened. Then I moved to another foster home. I cut myself once there and then regretted it again. I did that same routine about 8 more times through the different foster homes. Then I became an adult. I decided to put the past behind me and move to Storybrooke."

Dr. Hopper scribbled a bit in a notepad and then said, "Ok, so what happened from when you moved here to now."

"When I moved here I got a job as Sheriff and lived a pretty happy life. Then Graham told me he loved me and I couldn't be happier. I thought that no one could ever love me. An orphan. A lost girl." Emma choked out that last couple of words and began to cry.

"Take your time. Don't rush. We have all day. It's okay Emma." Dr. Hopper said.

Emma wiped the tears away from her face but it was no use, tears kept falling down her face. She ignored them and began to talk again.

"He loved me and I couldn't believe it. I loved him back. Then in a blink of an eye he was gone." Emma said now bawling. "I lost the only person that I knew truly loved me. I couldn't handle it. I went home and moped for days. I cut myself once then stopped. And then another time. But this time...I went over board...I went mad...I felt like life wasn't worth living. I felt like I didn't deserve life. I cut myself up pretty bad. Then someone knocked on my door. I stopped cutting and went to the door to see who it was. Before I got to the door everything went black. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital with my arms all wrapped up."

Dr. Hopper wrote down more stuff and then looked back up at Emma.

"Ok Emma, we need to relieve you from your depression. First things first, you need to except that Graham is gone." Emma nodded crying. "Emma, he's not coming back. You will love again." Emma nodded again. "Ok, I want you to meet with me everyday at 3:30. We need to keep talking. You need to come till we boot depression totally out of your life. You can do it Emma. I believe in you. Just have hope."

Emma nodded and walked out of his office. She got in her car and looked at the time. The clock read 5:06pm. She was talking with Dr. Hopper for an hour and a half. She decided to drive home.

When she got home she unlocked the apartment door and walked in. She through her coat on the coat rack and her keys on the table. She walked over to the kitchen and made herself a hot pocket. When it was done she ate it and the walked over to the couch and took a seat. She pulled out her phone and saw a text from Killian, Mary, Red, and David. She looked at Mary's first.

Mary - Are you okay? I heard what happened. I came over to your apartment but you weren't home. What's up?

Emma - I'm okay. I was just at work.

Mary - Ok, Good! I want to come over tonight.

Emma - Okay.

Mary - I'll be over in 30 minutes.

Emma looked at the clock and it read 5:30pm. Mary would be over at 6:00.

Emma - Okay.

Emma then opened Red's message.

Red - I heard what happened!!!???? What's wrong!!!

Emma - I'm okay now. I'm just tired.

Red - Can I come over?

Emma - Ya, sure. What about 6:00?

Red - Be there.

Emma - Okay.

Emma then opened David's text message.

David - Emma are you okay? Just checking in on you.

Emma - Ya, I'm okay.

David - I know how you feel. Graham was one of my best friends.

Emma - I know.

David - Don't cut yourself. You have so much to live for.

Emma - I won't do it again. I promise.

David - Good.

Emma then finally opened the text from Killian.

Killian - Are you good? Where did you go? I'm worried about you.

Emma - I'm fine. I just went home. I already told you that.

Killian - No you didn't. I know you didn't go home. Emma tell me the truth.

Emma - Really I went home. Stop worrying about me!

Killian - I just want to make sure you're alright.

Emma - Well I don't need you worrying about were I'm going. You have your own life and I have mine. Why don't we stay in our own lives. Stop interfering in mine!

Emma didn't get a text back from Killian. She looked at the clock and it read 6:00. Just as she turned her head to the door someone knocked on the door. She got up from the couch and walked over to the door. She opened the door and there stood Mary and Red. They both walked in and hugged Emma before she could say a word. Emma winced in pain and that made Mary and Red pull away.

"What's wrong?" Mary said concerned.

"It's just my arms. They're delicate right now." Emma said rubbing one of her arms.

"Sorry." both Red and Mary said in unison.

"It's okay. Come in. Sit down." Emma said motioning for them to come into her apartment.

They both walked in and sat down on the couch. Emma shut the door and walked over to the couch and sat down as well.

"Tell us everything!" Red said.

Emma sighed and began to tell them every little detail from when Graham died to before she left the hospital.

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