Dark Days

Chapter eight

"KILLIAN?" Screams Emma.
"EMMA!" He replies. She runs into his arms where they embrace. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine! You?"
"I'm okay." He pulls her back in to his chest and she sighs heavily.
"What the hell happened here?" Asks Regina slowly getting up.
"I don't know." Cries Emma. A loud crash of thunder makes every jump out of their skin. The door swings open and another thunder sound hits with a flash of lighting, and there he stands. Hair as white as Snow, clothes as black as the sky that night. The leather had a dim shine whenever the lightening flashed. "Dad?" Whispers Emma. Killian holds her arm ready to pull her aside to protect her. Snow gives Neal to Henry and tells him to stand at the back.
"David, what happened?" Whined Regina.
"Don't you know?" He laughs.
"We can't remember what happened in the last month?"
"Good"
"What?"
Killian starts "look mate-"
"I AM NOT YOUR MATE" David interrupts. Regina reaches for the dagger in her dress but can't find it. "Looking for this?" He smirks holding the dagger in front of her.
"What happened to you?" Regina cries.
"You failed me!" He states. Regina's face dropped. She went pale and felt sick. If she didn't feel bad before she does now.
"Is it not obvious? EVERYONE OF YOU FAILED ME!!! You failed me." He just kept repeating, "you failed me." With that he was gone. Emma turned and fell straight into Killian's shoulder. Regina collapsed into the chair behind her.
"What now?" Mummers Snow.
"We find out what happened!" States Regina and she storms out of grannies.
"I wanna get out of this dress, take me home? We can figure something out there." Asks Emma gazing at Killian.
"Aye" he smiles.

Regina walks from her bathroom door to her dresser. She grips the towel as if she were holding onto it for her life. The damp, white cotton hugged her waist but hung free at her knees. She pulled out her knee length leather skirt and her red top.  She sat on the edge of her bed and sighed dropping her head into her hands. "What have done? This is all my fault! What have I done?" She mummers to herself. As she stood up she tugged at her skirt making sure it was sitting in the right place, shaping her curves. She grabbed her healed boots and zipped them over her tights. She turned to the mirror to look at her outfit but she got lost in her own expression. As tears stung her eyes she got angry. She aimed a fireball at the glass and threw it, hard, not caring about the distance between her and the mirror. The glass shattered and small fragments flew in any direction, one catching her cheek. She could feel the blood slowly coursing it's way down her cheek. She wiped her hand over the small cut to feel the blood. Her eyes stared at the blood on her finger tips. Tears formed in her eyes and threatened to fall as she picked up a piece of glass from the floor to examine the small wound. She looked hard at the glass but was too numb to care, that was when she saw him. He was there. David stood in her door way watching her. Watching her slowly break like the glass of the mirror, looking at how the shattered glass was how she would soon look. Separate pieces on the ground unable to hold themselves together. For a few seconds their eyes locked. She tried to hold his gaze and turned towards the door pulling her neck in the process, but she didn't care. He was gone. The tears fell. She fell on top of the glass. She didn't care. "Regina?" A rough male voice whispered. She didn't listen. "EMMA! In here." He called.
"Killian, what's-" Emma stopped in her tracks and looked at Regina. She looked at the glass surrounding her. Most of them covered in blood by her hands, one small piece was blood and tears from her face. The tears kept falling but Regina just looking into the carpet. Her stare never shifted. Emma crouched down next to her. Beginning to notice someone was there, Regina let out a small whisper. "Look what I've done! It's all my fault."
"Don't worry, love. It's just a mirror. We can get you another one, I'm sure of it." Reassured Killian. Regina looked up at him, and then to Emma. She looked at each of them again but with a small smile that quickly faded. "Not this. Everything else. I ruined him. I failed him. It's all my fault. He was trying to protect me. Look what I've done. It's all my fault... Look what I've done... Look what I've done..." She repeats the last four words, her voice barley a whisper. Emma looks at Killian. "Help me!" She demands standing up and stepping to the one side of Regina. She grabs one arm and Killian grabs the other to help her stand. They all walk out. There he is again. This time they all see. Emma and Killian have Regina linked at their arms. She stops crying. She freezes. "DAD!" Yells Emma. David swiftly moves his gaze from Regina to Emma. "Look what your doing to her? Help us! Tell us what happened..." Nothing. "DAD!" Emma shouts but nothing.
"I'll take her into the other room." Says Killian walking Regina to the spare room.
"DAD! Don't ignore me, please" she cries. He just looks at her. He sees the hurt in her eyes. "Dad! Please. I'm scared. I'm so sorry for failing you. But I'm scared I need you. Please!" Her voice is a mummer as it cracks over her cries. Killian appears from the spare bedroom closing the door. "I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared..." Silence. He stiffens each time she says the words. Still nothing. "I'm... Sc-ar-ed..." She stutters. He's gone. Not one word. As if the cries of his daughter were nothing. As if the cries and the hurt of the woman he loves was nothing. Gone. Emma stares to where her father was standing. "I'm scared" she whispered. Killian moves to her side and pulls her into him. He holds her until she stops crying.  She pulls her head up and he wipes her eyes. Emma looks from the spare bedroom door to Killian's eyes.
"He's gone."