Separate Worlds

Chapter 2

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This chapter shows themes of self harm (at the end)
Pre warning in case it could be seen as a trigger
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All of Killians friends are so nice and welcoming. For the first time in a long time I felt like I could actually be part of something and that I wasn't alone. The bell for second period rang and I looked at my time table. Killian looked over my shoulder at it "oh we aren't in the same class after all, Em is in that class though she will take you" he says as he gently pats my back. "Yeah, come with me Regina" Emma says with a bright smile.
We begin walking down a winding corridor that looks never ending, it's jam packed filled with bustling students all quickly heading to their class. At first we are at a bit of a stand still as we try and weave our way around  everyone, "this is no use" Emma says as she takes hold of my hand, locking my fingers in hers. She pulls me through a double door and up a narrow staircase "Emma where are we going?" I ask curiously but also with a slight tone of thrill to my voice to this new adventure of a girl that I had found myself literally attached too. "I know a short cut, less people, less noise and probably the same amount of time to get there" I smile at her, honestly I was intrigued by her. I guess I seen her as a bit of a mystery, a mystery that I would like to work out but also live in the fear of the unknown. We come back onto another corridor which is completely empty. I expected that she would drop my hand but she didn't, she kept holding on wig her warm grasp which embraced all of me in her touch.
"So how are you liking Storybrooke High?" She asks with a mischievous grin. I look down at our hands; still linked. "Well I must admit, it's not bad"  she giggles, "well Regina Mills...get ready to have the time of your life, stick with me and the guys and I can assure you, senior year will be an experience you will never forget" I smiled at her enthusiasm, I didn't know if she was being serious or not but I didn't really care.
After what felt like an amazing joy ride we arrived at the class. "So is this teacher any good?" I asked curiously. "Meh, sometimes she's the kindest woman on the planet and others...she's a bitch. She's also my mother" Emma smiles. My eyes widen "wow that must be interesting" I say, "interesting? More like intense. I never know what she's going to come out with, the amount of times she's picked on me in classes is unbelievable!" I start to imagine my mom as a teacher, actually I couldn't imagine it, the woman scares me half to death so I can only imagine it would be the same to a classroom full of kids.
A petite woman with a brown pixie cut walks over to the classroom door, juggling books, a cup of coffee and a set of keys dangling from her mouth. She manages to open the door and direct everyone inside. "Sit with me?" Emma says as she walks over to a desk in the far back corner. I nod and follow her.
"So if I'm remembering the notice correctly I believe we have a new student with us" she scans the computer in front of her "yes we do, a Miss Regina Mills?" She then looks around the room looking for me amongst all the faces that she is familiar with "ahh there you are! Good morning sweetie, welcome to StoryBrooke High! I am your English and Literature teacher and I will be teaching you for the course of the year" I nodded my head and then quietly spoke, trying to ignore the fact that all eyes were on me "Thank you Miss Blanchard."
English and Literature class at this school was so different in comparison to any other school I had been too. It was in depth, the way Miss Blanchard spoke was so compassionate and you could tell she had a true love for what she was speaking about. This semester we are studying A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It has always been one of my favourite novels but I didn't have my copy with me so Miss Blanchard let me borrow hers. It was unlike any I had ever seen before. It wasn't from a collection from years ago, it was a new edition, with a green spine. It was pristine, not a mark on it. "You seem to be taken away by that book" Emma says as she looks at me. I snap back to reality and look at her smiling at me. "Oh yeah, it's beautiful" she looks down at her own copy which is slightly bashed with pages curling slightly. "Keep it" she says softly. My eyes quickly dart to her and I raise my eyebrow "but it's-"... "mine" she interrupts. "Look my mom has a copy of it in her hand, that's my copy, she borrowed it from me" I smile at her "Emma I can't take this from you, I mean it's so beautiful" she half smiles and then softly bites her bottom lip "as are you, a beautiful book deserves an incredibly beautiful owner" I could feel my cheeks burning a deep scarlet colour. I shook my head slightly "as long as you're sure?" I ask. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
At lunch I was reunited with everyone else after being stuck in a class with no one I knew where no one tried communicating with me. "Hey Regi!" Killian called from a long line he was standing in waiting to be served his lunch. I walked over and joined him "no cutting" someone yelled at me. "She's new! And she's with me" Killian said as he turned and scowled at them. "So you had English with Em right?" I nodded "yeah" he started tossing an apple from one hand to the other, it seemed like a nervous tick. "So uhh...did she say anything about me?" This blew my mind slightly, I hadn't realised until now that Killian crushed on Emma. "Nope, no that I can recall" he nodded, "oh right uhm yeah okay" he said in a tone that was completely unfamiliar to me when it came to Killian, he seemed timid and shy where as he's often laid back and out going. "Okay so I'm going to go take a seat, I'll get you over there, yeah?" I say as I begin to feel awkward. He nods and I begin to walk off.
"Regina hi!" Emma says energetically" a large smile paints it's way across her face "come sit next to me" she says as she pats the empty chair beside her. I sit down too fast and my hair flys over my face. Emma doesn't hesitate for a second. She lifts her hand up to my face and fixes the rogue strand of hair back into place. My eyes focus on hers as I smile at her, "thanks" I whisper, she looks deeply into my eyes, so deep that I can almost feel her bright and vibrant soul connecting with mine.
That night I got home and went straight to my room after hearing the eery silence that danced it's way through the house echoing every creaking step and door. It was completely vacant and my mother was no where to be seen. I sat on my bed and looked over at my dresser which had picture frames sitting on it. I walked over and picked up a silver frame which had gems embedded in it. The picture inside was of my family, my mom, my dad and my older sister Zelena. I took it over to my bed and lay down, staring up at it as I held my arms over me. I missed these days so much, when everything was perfect; well perfectly imperfect but it was my family and now...well Zelena is in London , at university majoring in Law, my mom...she doesn't care about me, she has very little time for me and I hate that and my dad...well where ever he may be I hope its better than here...
At that moment I burst into tears and my arms collapse, dropping the frame on the hard wooden floor with a smashing noise that follows. I don't want to be here anymore, I hate this, I hate my life...my thoughts start screaming at me "you know how to do it...do it. Do it now. You will feel so much better. Escape the mental pain and embrace the physical pain, you can do it" at that moment I jump of my bed and run into the bathroom. I grab my razor and smash it up...
I sit on the bathroom floor with a cold, wet cloth over my bloody arm. I'm still crying but I feel better, I feel relieved. After what feels like a very long time passes I get up, put a bandage on my arm and then my sweater on top..."it will be okay" I tell myself although I don't believe it.
Entering my room I see my school bag lying open on the floor, a hint of green is poking out of the side and I realise that it's the book that Emma gave me. I smile and pick it up before crawling into my bed. I open the first page and a note falls out "remember a beautiful book for a beautiful girl ;) -yours truly, Emma" I smile down at the note "yours truly..." I whisper to myself. I start thinking about how I felt and what I thought about Emma...I kept hearing her playful giggle, the sound of it was like music to my ears. Her voice that flowed like a river, every word captivating me and drawing me in more and more, her warm smile which seemed to be contagious because the mere thought of it brought a facile grin to my face... Everything about her enchanted me and I don't think I have ever felt this way before, about anyone...was I crushing on Emma Swan?
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Writing this chapter sort of threw my emotions around
please comment your opinions!

I will probably be writing another chapter of this
today because I really like where this is going
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