*SwanQueen* Don't leave me

New Girl

Emma's POV~

Quickly, I grab my backpack and sprint out of my brand new home, not bothering to yell a goodbye to Mary-Margret and make my way towards Storybrooke High.

My long blonde hair flowing behind me, my emerald eyes look at the small watch on my hand and curse under my breath noticing that I would be late if I didn't hurry my ass up.

I walk into my new class slowly inching my way to the back and find an empty desk to settle in. Soon, the history teacher, Mr.Gold, limped in on his signature black cane with a shining gold handle. "Sit down and be quiet" he said in a strict but calm voice. Suddenly everyone shushed each other and sat down. Mr.Gold nods in aproval begins to teach, "First of all welcome back. As a small assignment of your first day back I would like you to write about your summer. You have until the end of class."

I plug in my head phones and start to write. The pencil in my hand, slowly moving by itself in my hand. The story of my summer starts to turn into a drawing. A drawing that showed a girl crouching in the corner, crying, her wrist covered in blood. My hand twitches and my breath hitches. 'No' I think to myself, 'Not again'. Knowing the little voices in my head were coming back.

'You feed the madness and it feeds on you' the voice in my head I call Rumplestilskin whispers with an insane chuckle. I try to block him out, but he just gets louder and louder. 'You feed the madness and it feeds on you... You feed the madness and it feeds on you... You feed the madness and it feeds on you'.

"NO!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs and slam my hands down on my desk. Everyone goes dead silent and looks at me. I feel a burning pain in my arm and look down, seeing a red liquid soak through my white hoodie. Swiftly, I pick up my bag and run out of the classroom and down the hall.

On my way, I run into a tall woman, knocking her down.  "I-I'm so s-sorry" I stutter and rush to get up keep running, but she stands up grabs my arm and brings me close to her.  One hand still holding my upper arm and the other lifting my chin, forcing me to look at her. I try to pull away, but my body won't move. It's like I'm in a trance. Her dark brown eyes looking over me with a sense of lust. Then she just let's go.
     "Where are you going in a hurry?" She asks and puts her hands on her hips. Resisting the urge to look down at my arm, I keep silent. Her expression hardens. "You must be the new girl. What's your name?" She asks in the same dull tone. "What's yours?" I reply to her sarcastically. She scoffs.

"Miss.Mills"